George Fletcher was a widower, but he had inherited Karen, the blonde beauty, and Ada, the sexy brunette child. They were only thirteen and fourteen, but they were already hot for cock.
George found himself punishing Karen, the queen, for not cleaning up her room. During a spanking, she had a fantastic orgasm riding his swelling cock. The next, which was a repeat of what was happening during the last spanking, and before they knew it, they were having some hot sessions. Karen was an ideal slave and great cocksucker.
Next, George pulled in Ada, the brunette, who at first protested, but a finger on her clitoris seemed to take her grief away and replace it with fire.
Then there was Joan, the girl who worked for him. She was arrogant and womanly, looking just like Karen with her striking blonde features. She was the woman who finally stood up and showed him that a woman can not only be a good slave, but a good master.
And Richard, Ada's friend, who got pulled into the mysterious household when his lust for Ada got the best of him and manipulated him.
How can you say no to two beautiful cocksuckers? You don't. Richard went along for the ride, bent on hell and come what may. He even went to the strange party they had, in which the master, George, gave his throne to Joan and the girls, and he and Richard were the slaves.
Richard moaned as Joan mounted his ass with the strap-on, as Ada sucked his cock softly with her tongue, to alternate the pain with pleasure.
CHAPTER ONE
George Fletcher put a cigarette butt in the ash tray and frowned at the cloud of stale air before him. His desk was jammed up with paper and he couldn't keep his mind off of Karen, his young stepdaughter.
Both Karen and Ada occupied his mind a great deal of the time, but his secretary, Joan, resembled Karen so much, her long flowing blonde hair and wide saucer eyes. Sexy! And she was a queen, and that drew him to her.
"You know, my stepdaughter is like you, Joan," he reflected.
"Oh, what does that mean?"
"A queen, you know?"
She smiled. She knew. She walked to the window and George traced the womanly turn of her ass. Karen would develop like that soon. He wondered what he'd do then if he thought about her all day now!
Joan looked out over the city.
"George, I have been teasing you, haven't I?"
"Talk about understatements!"
It seemed sometimes like everyone, every female was teasing him. She, Joan, had been shaking her ass and tits at him for six months, always with an out when the action seemed to be developing.
George was really tired of going through the process of getting horny from her, then being turned-off by her arrogant rejection. He was so turned-off he didn't know why he kept her around. But then, he did know exactly why, didn't he? He smiled at her. The queen.
Joan couldn't see him smiling at her, but as she stood there facing the window she was preparing to blow his mind, for starters.
Joan had been holding back the goodies deliberately, and not because she wanted to.
Joan saw him staring at her breasts and she shook her shoulders to make them shimmy a little for him. She watched as his eyes lit up.
"You know something, baby? You drive a man crazy but it doesn't do him any good.
"Oh, these nice sweet tits are liable to do you a lot of good, George, ah, Mr. Fletcher."
Joan puckered her lips at him.
George smiled this time. She'd never made any open promises like this before, and he had the feeling that things were going to change a little.
"What are you doing after work?"
She smiled and put her hands on her hips.
"Whatever you say, boss."
It was a wicked kind of surrender, as though she was going, to give herself, but not because she wanted to really. More because she knew very well that no man could live without her, and she wanted him to live a little longer, at least to suffer.
George was glad she took this superior attitude. He didn't want to feel tenderness. Tenderness was something that had dried up in George a long time ago. He wanted to feel lust, and a direct solution to his lust. No abstractions!
"Why don't we go out and have some dinner together? We could have a few drinks... "
"And you could try to get into my pants, hey lover?"
"Yeah! I could try if I wanted to waste my time."
"Now there you go again. Don't be negative, silly. Maybe I feel like giving you a little. Just a taste maybe."
He wanted to grab her and push her to the floor. The way she stood there, almost mocking his hunger, seductive and hostile at the same time. He supposed he was that way to her, but then he realized sadly that no, to her he was just hostile. Well, he wanted his way with her. It was all he wanted, but he wanted it bad!
"Look Joan, I don't need to chase you around and then have you stop it in the first round. Now, we have to just realize that I'm sick of that."
"We? The Royal We?"
He didn't know or care what she was talking about. He got up and walked around his desk and stood before her. He wanted to frighten her a little, as he usually did when he approached her with hunger in his eyes, but this time she didn't back away. She seemed to be jutting her breasts out to him slightly, and she stood her ground.
He put his hands on her waist, expecting her to move back, but she didn't. He pulled her towards him and his cock felt the glowing heat as their bodies rubbed together, as he drove his tongue between those full sweet lips, tasting the sweetness of her white sparkling teeth. He felt her stiffen, and he was sure she was going to allow him one kiss and tell him to get lost, but he had the feeling that the time had come to push the issue a little, to see where power would get him.
The kiss lasted a minute, and she stopped his hand as it made its way to her breasts and a second later to her ass. He let go of her roughly, almost throwing her off of him.
"Shit! How far you going to go, you bitch? I'm sick of your shit!"
He turned and stormed out of the office. Of course, he knew that it appeared to Joan that he was storming off in anger. He was in fact, going to lock the front door. It was after five, and everyone was out. He was going to give her what he wanted to give her, and she was going to take it.
George was about to rush into his private office when Joan came rushing out.
"George! I'm sorry. It was an impulse. I didn't mean to .stop you!"
He looked at her. Her eyes were wet, as though she had been crying. Yes, her make-up was running. Why all of a sudden should she be upset? Maybe he wouldn't have to use force on her. Maybe the queen would come off her thrown long enough to take care of him.
"George, let's not leave here yet. Let's go back in your office."
Her voice sang with promise, and George followed her back into the rear room. His mind raced ahead of him as he watched her ass gyrate. This time, if she was teasing, she was going to get it anyway. That thought cheered him up. He had been looking forward to going home to his two stepdaughters and hearing them bitch and yell at each other about who should be doing what around the house. Spoiled brats. If they didn't excite him sexually he'd dump them. And what good was it doing him anyway, that they did turn him on? He hadn't even made a serious pass at them yet. What was he waiting for? Shit!
Joan put her arms around his neck and guided his lips to hers, and this time it was her tongue that darted into his mouth, and she really gave him a dreamy wet kiss. After a moment, she took his hand and lifted it to her breasts, cupping them warmly. George felt them lift in his palms, and he moved another hand behind her, to her high ass.
She wasn't trying to struggle with him at all. She was soft, limp, without resistance, and he didn't know why.
Joan knew why. She would take him just so far this time, she thought. She would show him her breasts, let him suck on them, and then tell him that it was no use. She'd get mad and walk out. That way, tomorrow he would want her so bad she'd have to laugh at him. That way the price would go up. The commodity would be all the customer could think about. Joan knew men reacted that way to her big lush tits.
She unbuttoned the top button on her blouse, and he took over at once, removing the thin cotton top and reaching behind for her bra hook.
The sight of her naked breasts really excited him. His wife had been a piece, but she'd had small breasts. This woman was perky, her tits high on her chest and huge!
She moved her shoulders. She knew how to make those globes shimmy real nice, and she wanted him in her spell completely. George moved his head down and took one of her big tits in his mouth, sucking in on the taut nipple, the sweet silky skin.
She watched him, knowing how hungry he was, how desperate he was for her. It made her feel powerful.
"You aren't going to be a bitch to me today, Joan. You're going to give me what I want."
"I haven't said that. I don't know what you want."
He looked up at her, trying to tell her with his eyes that she better not tease him anymore. She blankly stared into his eyes, not telling him if she got the message or not.
George directed her backwards, towards the leather couch that took up a whole wall of his office. She allowed herself to be directed, but as he started to slide her down she stopped him.
"Not now, George. I'm going to let you. I really am, but I can't now."
"Why? What the fuck do you mean!"
He had been trying to get her panties down without removing her skirt first, and she had stopped him.
"I mean I have to think about it."
George gave her something to think about. He pushed her onto the couch and jumped on top of her. His cock was still in his pants but it felt good to feel her throbbing hot body under his. He lifted her skirt and tried to get her panties down again, and this time when she tried to stop him he forced them down and began to reach for her hot cunt.
"Stop that, George. I want to but I have to think about it!" she screamed "I already thought about it, bitch. You're going to give me exactly what I want this time. And I want your cunt!"
He held her down as she struggled to get up.
He was much stronger than she was, and he didn't have to try very hard to keep her ass down on the couch where he wanted her.
"Joan, you sweet cunt, you aren't going to put me off anymore, bitch!"
"George, you aren't going to rape me are you?"
He laughed.
"If that's what you want to call it, you bitch!"
His lips covered hers, as much to shut her up as to kiss her, but she tasted sweet and he enjoyed chewing on her lips, feeling her struggle to get up as she tried not to kiss him back.
He let his hand drop to her pussy and hooked his finger quickly into the hole. She was wet, and he smiled as his finger slid in. It was the first time he'd been in her body, and it was going to change everything, he was sure.
Joan struggled not to show that his fingers were turning her on.
George couldn't help but notice how much she looked like Karen, even at that moment. It made him hotter for Karen. It made Joan a hotter bitch than she really was in his eyes. He was going to fuck the shit out of her.
"George! George! Let me think about this for a day, please!" she cried.
He mounted her, forcing her legs apart. His pants were around his ankles now, and his hot throbbing cock was pointing at her cunt.
"Sure bitch, you can think it over all you want once I get inside that hot hole!"
He came down on her his cock throbbing wildly as he entered the lips of her pussy, his chest coming down on her big tits and pushing them to her body.
George let his hands reach under her, for those big creamy balls of her ass. He pushed her up to meet his driving cock.
"You sweet cunt. You have a nice hole, bitch!"
Joan was sobbing softly, and she wasn't hugging him or anything, but just lying there, moving only when he moved her.
"Do I need spurs to take your ass for a ride, baby?"
She remained stiff.
"Baby, if you don't give me a good fuck, I won't be happy with your pussy and I'll take your ass and mouth also. I mean that, Joan!"
He pulled her blonde hair so that she'd look into his eyes and see that he was not fooling around. Not by a long shot. He drove his cock into her pussy hard, and soon she started to gasp, the tears being replaced by pants.
In a few more seconds her hips kicked in like a gear and she started humping up at him, her pussy contracting around his cock. She had finally lost control and she was flowing with his rhythm, giving him what he wanted.
George lifted himself up on his arms so that he could watch her body as he fucked her, as she quivered arid moaned, tears still streaking down her cheek.
"You like that don't you? Cunt! I wanted to feel that hot cunt since I first saw you!"
Joan watched him as he drove into her. Her blonde hair was all down, the teasing out of it, making it tangled and wild around her face. She felt their sweat, making their bodies stick together. She liked his big cock inside her, but now she couldn't hold back. She would have to make it good now, so that he wanted her again and again. That was another way of driving the price up.
Joan gyrated her hips and pinched his hot cock with her muscle contractions, loving the way he moaned and gasped his cock moving deep down into her. Power! That's what she felt as she saw him respond to her tight pussy. "Push those big tits up to me, baby. I want to feel those big sweet globes."
He put his palms under her tits and lifted them up higher on her chest, watching them dance to the driving motions of his tempo as he fucked her.
He was going to come. He had no desire to hold back. His cock was swollen and he'd held � it in for too long with this bitch, leaving the office with blue balls, going home and staring at Karen, not doing anything about it.
Shit! He was going to do something about it after this. He was just getting the ball going.
"I'm coming, cunt! Keep that twat tight for me!"
"Ohhh!"
Joan gasped at the violence of his cock driving into her. She felt the hot come start to spurt out, and she tightened her pussy around his shaft as she herself began to come.
"George, lay that hot cock into me, man! Give me that hot sausage, George!"
She held him tightly, gasping and whimpering, her body alive with sensations as he continued to explode in her pussy, as his driving cock picked up tempo and pierced into her again and again.
Soon he was resting his weight on her, and she felt crushed.
"We're stuck together," she said.
He lifted himself up on his extended arms.
"I knew you had it there to give, baby," he said, smiling at her.
He kissed her pretty little button of a nose.
"You should ask before you take," she said, crossly.
"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep," he said, equaling her biting tone.
They got up, and there was a wall between them. Neither of them seemed to want to be tender or sweet. They were at war in some odd way that neither of them understood. To understand what's happening to you, you have to be in touch with yourself. That was a luxury neither of them could claim.
"You're a good fuck," he said to her, as they walked into the parking lot. .
She was silent. That alone was a statement, and he was sorry he'd admitted that he'd enjoyed her.
"See you tomorrow, George," she said, getting in her car.
That was it. No kiss goodbye, no smile even. He was glad, but he couldn't help but think that she was the coldest bitch he'd ever met. Perhaps that was the attraction, and even the reason he'd hired her. His wife's death made him bitter. He had been in love with her, in the beginning anyway. He was bitter because the love had grown stale, and when she died he'd felt a sense of loss anyway, as if they were still freshly in love. He really didn't understand the whole damned thing.
Getting into his car, he started to think about Karen again. His stepdaughters were exact opposites. Karen was blonde and blue eyed, and she looked like a child version of Joan all the way. Ada was dark and thin, her brunette hair and tiny face sweetly sexy. Ada had the best form, her budding breasts high and proud, her ass high and curved tightly. Karen reminded him of his wife though, and she was the queen. That turned him on, despite the fact that Ada was better looking. Shit! They were both hot little twats! He wanted to give that bitch Karen the same thing he'd just given Joan.
His only regret about the incident with Joan was that he didn't fuck her in the mouth and asshole before he let her go. Well, she'd be at work the next day, probably back to her coy teasing self. He'd have another crack at her, and maybe he'd break her down and teach her what it meant to be a man's woman! Yeah, he'd fucking show her what it meant.
Karen saw the car pull in the driveway and turned to her sister.
"You didn't straighten up the bedrooms yet, did you?" she asked.
"No," Ada said.
Karen smiled. Ada was going to catch hell.
George came in and went right to the refrigerator. There was never any dinner ready even though both of them were old enough to heat up something for him.
The girls didn't even say hello. Ada went up to her bedroom, and Karen went into the living room and switched the television on. She wanted to tell George that Ada had been fucking off all day with some boy from school, going over to his parents' apartment when they weren't there. Karen didn't know this for sure, but one of her friends at school had told her that she suspected it was going on everyday. The girl lived in the same building as the boy Ada was seen with around school all the time.
Well, better not start that now, Karen thought, sensing George's foul mood as he walked into the living room with a beer and his sandwich.
He sat down behind her, on his big chair.
"What's on?" he asked.
That was their way of saying hello. They just started asking each other questions.
"Same old junk. Ada didn't straighten up the bedrooms either," Karen said, as if it was related to nothing good being on the television.
George looked at the little brat and wanted to slap that arrogant smirk off of her face.
"Why don't you go right up and make her do it. Wouldn't hurt if you even helped her."
"I did it yesterday!"
"Do it again!" he roared.
She was startled by the ugly hate on his face, the anger, and she got up and aimed for the stairs, her long blonde hair cracking like a whip as she tossed her head and moved fast.
George watched her tight young body as she ascended the stairs. He felt his cock bulge in his pants. No doubt about it. Far from satisfying him, Joan had just warmed him up. He wanted more. He wanted satisfaction.
George finished his sandwich and had another beer. He burped musically into the air and decided to go upstairs and see if the queen had organized a cleaning. He met Ada on the stairway, going down. She smiled at him, so he didn't ask her where she was going. He figured she'd be right back anyway.
Upstairs he walked into his bedroom and it was the same fucking mess he'd left last night. He stormed into Karen's room, which was neat as a pin.
"Why didn't you straighten up my room?" he demanded.
"Ada was supposed to do it."
"Well, she didn't and I told you to do it or have her do it. Can't you two ever help each other?"
She was silent, but her eyes were telling him to eat shit, and he felt his anger climbing.
The little bitch really needed a lesson, and he was going to give her one, right there.
He'd spanked her before, but not with any regularity, and only when she was really bad. The last time he spanked her was a month ago, when she tried to steal his car and banged into the garage door. She deserved that, the little bitch.
Not cleaning his room was hardly anything to start smacking her around about, but he couldn't resist the impulse to grab her. She looked just like Joan as she flashed her eyes on him with contempt openly visible.
"You have to learn a lesson, young lady. You can't go on being the queen around here."
He sat on her bed and put her over his knee, as she weakly struggled to get up. He smacked her with his open palm, right on her ass, but he knew it didn't hurt that much through her jeans, and if he really wanted to teach her a lesson he would have to take her pants down.
George stood her up and reached for her zipper, one hand jerking the pants crudely down, his other hand pulling from the legs.
"What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?" she cried.
"Shut up you little queen. You're going to have to learn what it means to be in a man's house."
He wrestled her pants off quickly and put her across his knee again, but this time she was stark naked down below, her bare ass vulnerable.
Of course her bare cunt was also on his lap, but he wasn't thinking of that at the moment, the bare balls of her buttocks distracting him.
Karen was thinking of it though. She felt her pussy rub against his upper legs as his hand came down on her ass, as his big spanking hand began to punish her soft ass.
"Ohhhhh! Stop! Stop! Stop!"
She was chanting along, each stroke of his hand getting the same word, until she began to cry, and stopped talking at all.
Meanwhile, George could feel his big cock getting stiffer and stiffer, and he wondered if she noticed.
Karen noticed the big bone getting harder in his lap right away, but he himself didn't seem to notice, or so she thought. He seemed so intent on whipping her ass that he didn't know he had a hard cock.
Karen felt a vague excitement from the combination of knowing she had a man's hot cock against her, from the way her nude pussy was rubbing on his lap, from the way he was spanking her.
Suddenly, her young body was shaken, but not by pain. It was a wave of intense pleasure, creeping up on her almost without her being aware of its source. The next thing she knew, her whole body was flooded with hot waves of pleasure, and the glow in her crotch took total possession of her sensations.
"Ohhhhhhh!!"
George heard her moan and thought he was spanking her too hard, but he was beyond control. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was let her up. He wanted to stick his fingers into the blonde bush, to force his way into her hot little virgin cunt. Instead, he let her go.
"Get the fuck out of here," he said to her. He rarely cursed at her, but he felt intense. He wanted to get her out of his sight.
"You better clean my room up, you little bitch," he said as she walked out.
Her ass was red, and she was looking down. He had the feeling that when he looked his room would be smart and neat. She learned her lesson, he reflected.
He was still sitting on her bed, and he felt like relaxing so he stretched out a little, his cock still hard. He noticed it at once. Sure, he'd been aware of it while he was spanking her, but that beautiful ass took his mind completely off of his body and put it on hers. What a piece of ass she was, just like her mother. Well, he'd get to that bush one day, that was for sure.
He moaned as he rolled over onto his stomach, his balls aching from getting excited and not doing anything about it. He knew he would end up jerking off, and that pissed him off. He shouldn't have to jerk his cock off. He worked like a bastard, and then he had to come home and wack it! Shit! That bitch Joan was going to stand still for more than a fucking quickie next time he got her. That was for sure.
George went to his room and took his cock out. He sprawled out on his stomach on his own bed, humping the bed, moaning the child's name. He remembered the quick look he'd gotten at her blonde bush as she got up. He wanted some of that cunt. He wanted to spank her again, just to be near her hot little pussy.
"Karen, you hot cunt!" he moaned.
He got a big kick out of pretending she was under him, her young tight body struggling to get loose.
"You cunt. I'm going to make you suck my cock, Karen!" he moaned as the hot bolts of come shot out of his cock.
He humped the bed as his orgasm peaked and ended. Then he was still, and angry. He wanted to let her have it, but he couldn't think of a way. Spanking her was the closest he got to her snatch.
He decided to go out for awhile. Take a ride and cool his head off. A strange sadness was creeping into his mind, and he wanted no part of it. Anything would be better. As he was walking out the door, he saw her try to duck from the living room to the kitchen without being seen.
"Karen, come out here!"
She looked scared and angry, but she came out, hands on her buttocks to remind him of what he'd done to her.
"What do you want?"
"A clean room. It better be clean when I come home," he roared.
"But Ada isn't even here yet."
"That should make you a busy girl."
"I don't want to do it alone."
He began to advance and this time she knew very well what was coming.
"I'll do it. It'll be clean George! Really!"
He stopped advancing and turned around, storming out. She wasn't sorry she'd stopped him until the door slammed and she was alone. He'd made her horny when he spanked her. She wanted more of the same, as difficult as it was for her to understand that.
She went up to his bedroom. It was a fucking wreck. He was such a fucking slob, she thought to herself, contempt rising in her as she thought about his manners, his roughness. The crazy fool.
Karen found herself on his bed. her pussy hot in her own hands as she began to stroke it with her fingers.
Karen thought about the way her body shook and flooded with pleasure when he was spanking her. She didn't know why. Maybe it was all that rubbing. Her naked pussy was rubbing and rubbing. She tried to duplicate the sensation with her hands, but she couldn't get it quite right.
Also, there was that hard cock. Just thinking about it made her horny now, as she stroked her bush. Suddenly she started to come again, her whole body being stunned by the intense pleasure that flooded her groin and made her body feel sweetly alive.
Karen got up off the bed and looked around her. She started to straighten his room up, not that she was afraid of him anymore. He had tried to punish her and instead, by accident, he made her twat glow. That just shows how predictable things are, she decided, cleaning up the room in quick angry movements.
Ada would pay for leaving the house without straightening up the bedrooms. Of course, Karen had managed to straighten her own, but Ada's room was a fucking mess. Karen was glad. She could have straightened it up while she was at it, while she had the broom out, but fuck her sister. The bitch had to learn that she, Karen, was not to be treated like a baby sister. Karen thought of herself as the blonde beauty in the family. Of course she realized that Ada was very beautiful, but Karen's beauty was like her mother's, blonde and fresh. Spunky at the same time as sexy.
Karen smiled at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. She thought of herself as so beautiful, so sweet, a gift to men and boys.
She was right, in her way. She wondered when George was going to rape her. She had the feeling he was going to eventually, and she almost wanted it to happen. She wanted to feel his cock in her. That was for sure. She'd never had a cock in her, and she wanted the first one to belong to a man, and not one of those little kids at school. She wanted to be fucked by someone who had a big cock and knew how to use it. Her mother was a sexy woman, and if George pleased her, he was sure to be a good lay.
Karen laughed at the thought of George being a good anything, but she knew already that he could provide her with pleasure, and she wanted him to. Of course, she didn't want to suggest it. No, never. She didn't want any responsibility for it at all. She wanted him to force her, and that way he would have to feel guilty later, and not her. She knew he would. Her intuition told her that it was going to be soon.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day, George walked into the office looking like a bulldozer, pushing his way past the people who were waiting to talk to him.
Joan was on the phone.
"What the fuck is going on here? Get off the phone and get rid of those people out there. Tell them all appointments are put off until after lunch. Get busy, bitch!"
Joan put the phone down and stared at him, mouth dropping open in bewilderment. He never spoke to her that roughly before. She was trying to turn him into her lamb, and she was afraid she made him a beast instead. If anything, he was rougher.
She watched him sit at his desk and start to shuffle papers. He was about as organized as any village idiot, and she almost laughed in his face but he looked simply too angry. She went into the front office and told the two men that had appointments with George that the morning was going to be tied up with a fresh catastrophe. The other people weren't waiting for George, but she sensed that he thought they were, and he got excited about it, thinking he had fallen behind. She had to laugh. He had no idea what was going on around that office, and only kept at his job because he had a family connection inside the organization. Not that he didn't produce, but his job was simple enough, and anyone could have done it. She herself could have done it twice as well in half the time. She was sure she could manipulate the men she had to, and that was all business was anyway she reflected.
George called the outside switchboard and told them that he didn't want to be disturbed, by anyone for any reason. That meant that only Mister Manson, the boss, could break in on him. That wasn't likely. The old boy wasn't even in the office, and George knew what he was doing, exactly.
When it was relatively quiet, he turned to her and told her why he'd cleared the place.
"Joan, we started something yesterday that didn't quite get finished."
"What?"
She was bewildered. What the hell did he want? He fucked her, didn't he? He got more than he was supposed to get, than she was going to give him when it all began.
"You heard me. We have the whole morning now, and" I need some help unwinding. Come here!"
She responded to his command only because she could see at a glance that he was prepared to chase her around if he had to. She could have yelled, but that would have brought one of the people from the front office in, and she didn't want to do that. If he got canned, their whole branch of the organization could be suspended, and that would mean she would be out of a job. She had to play it. She held still and allowed him to kiss her, to run his hands over her body, over her breasts and ass.
She remained stiff, even as he started getting really horny.
"What do you want?" she asked coldly.
"I want a blow-job, bitch!"
Well, that was telling her. He watched her blue eyes register the shock. Good for her. Let her know what she was good for. He held her face in his hands and concentrated his gaze on her full lips, pale and sweet, pouting in spite of herself.
"You're going to suck me off, baby!"
He didn't know why he was trying this on her all at once, forcing her like this. If anything, he should try and seduce her, he thought, but he wanted it now! Now!
George sat down on his chair and pushed her onto the floor, at his feet. She gasped and moaned as she fell to the floor, and he quickly placed her shoulders between his knees, tightening like a scissors so that she couldn't move.
She was stunned by his violence. She had been without her defenses up, never expecting this, and especially not in the morning like this.
He cupped her chin and guided her face to his crotch, where his other hand had just freed his big cock. He watched her as she stiffly refused to part her lips. She was going to be difficult. Well, he'd pierce her mouth anyway, and it could take as long as she liked.
"Didn't I tell you to suck it, bitch?"
She began to cry. She didn't like to show him any weakness.
"You sweet little cunt. Use your tongue on it, baby. I want to feel that little tongue on me!"
She was so taken by surprise that she found herself doing what he wanted, almost trying to please him, even though she felt herself suddenly disgusted with him.
His hands came down and cupped her tits, pushing the lush globes together as he watched her blonde profile, lips expanded around the shaft of his cock.
"I'm going to come in your mouth, Joan!"
She, opened her eyes wide. She never allowed a man to come in her mouth. Well, he wasn't asking. He was telling her, and she was really in his spell. When he told her that, it confirmed to her that she wasn't in control of the situation, that she was being acted on, and she started to cry again.
He guessed that she wanted pity. He wanted to give her something but it wasn't pity.
George grabbed the blonde hair and pulled her head up so that he could see her entire face.
She looked so much like Karen, sweat all over her face, her blonde hair messy and sexy looking as it hung around her.
"Bitch, now! Drink it down, Joan. You sweet cunt, drink it down with your lips on me!"
She felt the hot bolts of come shoot into her mouth and gasped as the liquid hit the back of her mouth. She found herself swallowing it simply because she didn't know what else to do with it. Some escaped, rolling down the corners of her mouth, down her chin.
"You're a sweet cocksucker, bitch!"
His cock throbbed and more come shot out. She gasped and tried to get his cock out of her mouth, but she was waging a losing battle against his strong arms.
When he stopped coming, he released her and told her to get off the floor. She was crying, and expected to be comforted so that she could refuse his consolation. That always pissed men off, she thought.
Well, George was in no mood to be played with. He told her to get herself together.
"You look like shit. Go wash up. Get the come off your face, baby!"
He watched her walk out, her head down, her arrogant walk turned into a slouch. He'd deflated one queen, and that made him feel perfectly splendid. His stepdaughter, Karen, would be the next queen to feel his power.
The rest of the day went smoothly. George was in a perfectly charming mood, and handled the company's business with tact and grace for a change. Joan wondered for awhile, what she was going to do about it, but then she realized that there were only three choices. Leave, blow the whistle on him, or take it when he wanted to give it to her. She couldn't decide. It had been a long time since any man had dominated her at all, and she did feel an excitement when he took her, when he needed her so bad that he just had to be fed!
She decided to play it, at least for the time being. She could probably stabilize his utter control, and work it out so that they were both sharing.
She laughed at the thought. George was too egotistical to share power, just as she was. Oh well, only time will tell, she reflected.
George left the office that day feeling particularly good. He had thought of giving Joan one last fuck, maybe in the ass, before he left, but then he changed his mind. It was different now. He didn't want her all that bad now that he knew he could have her tomorrow or the day after that just as easily.
It was less important to him, the way that bitch seemed to not want to have him touch her. The important thing with a cunt like that was to take control of her and keep it.
George knew at once that he would have to do that with Karen, and even with Ada if he possibly could. He sure as hell saw a very good reason to try.
"They're all a bunch of cunts," he said aloud, as he was driving home.
He knew that they were all out to tease him, manipulate him, and give him as little in return as possible. That was particularly true of Joan, but he'd taught her a lesson that morning.
He laughed at the shocked look on her face as his cock started gushing out hot cream for her to drink. She wasn't ready for that. Not at all.
"What the fuck is going on here?" he said aloud again, as was his habit in a car, to talk to himself.
As he pulled up to the house he saw a boy sneak off, out the side door. He thought of going after the boy, but that wasn't the point. Ada or Karen, he wondered? Which one of those sluts was fooling around already? They were so young for boys. He wanted them to himself. He knew that, but he didn't act that way, as long as there was an excuse not to. Instead, he acted as though they were too young for boys, and they would get in trouble.
He marched in the house and found them both in the living room watching television.
"Who's friend snuck out of here when I pulled up?" he demanded.
They froze. It was the first time they'd teamed up and conspired to keep a secret from him, and he was annoyed by their fraternal cooperation.
"Nobody's going to say? Well, Karen, come here!"
Karen felt the excitement mounting in her as he grabbed her arm.
"Was that your friend?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"That boy who just left here."
Her eyes mocked his anger, and she smiled in spite of the grip he had on her arm.
"There wasn't any boy here at all, George," Ada said.
"Shut up. I'll ask you when I want to. Karen, you and I are going to have to have a talk about your lying to me. Now come with me!"
He wondered if it was his imagination, or was she cooperating with him, helping him drag her up the stairs? It seemed like an act, her whole resistance. Maybe the bitch liked being spanked the other day. There was no way of telling with a girl.
He told her to drop her jeans as soon as they were in his bedroom.
"No! You want them off, take them off!"
He smiled at her defiance and asked her if she was sure she didn't want to make things easier on herself.
She didn't respond, so he grabbed her little body and wrestled her onto the bed, her legs kicking out at him as he struggled, finally getting her jeans off. This time she had no panties on at all. He didn't know what the idea was, but he was delighted by the sight of her naked blonde bush, her hot ass!
At that moment, he felt like kissing instead of spanking, but that wouldn't have fit in with the act. He was going to spank her. Why he'd selected her and not Ada, when they both lied, was something he didn't even bother to explain to her. She was going to get it now, the bitch.
He forced her torso over his legs, her ass pointing up to his ass. This time he spanked her very hard, and loved the way she began to grind her body on his cock. She was feeling it. He was sure she could feel that hard bone under her.
He suddenly pushed her off of his lap and whipped out his cock, and Karen couldn't keep her eyes off of it in spite of herself. She felt herself getting hot at the sight of his big hot rod.
He squeezed his cock in his fist and told her that if she knew what was good for her she would pretend his cock was a lollipop.
"What?"
She was shaken this time. So much so soon. She was thrown off her balance, just as Joan was earlier when he made the same demand of her.
"You heard me, bitch. Now get down on it you little cunt!"
He grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled her face between his legs. He hurt her intentionally, because he knew that fear would inspire her, and make her more exciting.
She began to suck his cock.
"Cover your teeth with your lips, Karen!"
She did what she was told, and he began to ravish her mouth with quick, stiff motions, plunging deeply into her mouth, taking it out, plunging back.
"Now, lick it with your tongue!"
He held his cock an inch from her mouth and made her reach it with her tongue. She lapped at it, getting better and better as she practiced.
"That's it. That feels good."
He felt a moment of tenderness, and his reaction was to pull her up on the bed with him. He was going to suck on her little twat and give her the thrill of her life. Yeah, that would make her suck his cock even better.
He got her body on the bed and forced her into a sixty-nine position, glad at once that he'd decided to suck her pussy. Not only was her dewy pussy sweet and tasty, but as soon as his tongue went for the button of her clitoris her tongue began to get hotter and better on his cock.
George felt the difference in her sucking as she got excited and began to do it with relish, with passion. She was a good cocksucker, and he was going to make her a better one. The little bitch was going to be his slave, and he would spank her and have her suck his dong whenever he felt like it. He suspected that she knew that already. He suspected that she wanted it also.
Suddenly her little tongue began to flutter just right around the tip of his cock, and he knew he was going to explode. He just couldn't hold still in the face of all that pleasure. He was surely going to give her one hell of a mouthful. He decided to watch his come shoot into her mouth, and he took his face out of her bush, replacing it with a finger to keep her hot and triggered.
He watched as the thick come shot out of his cock. The little girl didn't know what she was supposed to do, and she pulled away from him, making the hot come shoot all over her face and onto her neck and breasts.
She closed her eyes and seemed not to mind as his hot cock pumped come all over her. She was moaning, responding to his fingers on her cunt.
"You're a hot little cunt, Karen, like your mother was."
Karen startled and opened her eyes wide. What did he mean?
"Lick it off and I'll suck on your pussy some more."
She didn't care what he meant. She wanted him to do what he just said he would, and she wanted it soon. She licked the come off of his cock and spread her legs wide, grinding down on his tongue as soon as she felt it touch her clitoris.
"Ohhhhh, that feels good!!' "You sweet bitch!"
His face was covered with dew from her blonde bush, and he felt himself sliding around on her as she got more and more moist. Her thighs were covered by glistening pussy dew and sweat, and he lapped at the whole area, covering her as though his tongue was a paintbrush.
She was moaning, whimpering, her body never having experienced that intense pleasure, and her senses melting together by the thrill of it.
He tightened his grip on her ass, his palms caressing the balls of her buttocks and lifting her ass to him, moving her pussy closer to his beating tongue.
George knew she was coming. He could see and feel the heat waves passing through her body like a fucking thunderstorm, and he loved the way she looked as her torso jerked and twitched.
"Suck, hot bitch," he said, giving her his finger to suck on. He loved to see her sucking on anything, after the sight of her sweet young face with a mouthful of cock.
She took his finger in her mouth and pretended it was his cock, showing him what she was doing to his dick, fluttering her little tongue over his finger.
George took his head out of her crotch as soon as he knew she was finished coming, and he felt a new tenderness for her, one that he couldn't hide.
"You're a sweet hot bitch," he said, stroking her brow softly, his tone implying that he found her soft and warm, sweet and wonderful.
"Hmmmmmm."
"Karen, you're a good little cocksucker and I'm going to make you an expert."
The child was baffled. She had thought of sucking a man's cock, but she thought of it as something she wouldn't have to deal with until she was older. Well, it wasn't bad at all. It was exciting in fact, especially when he started doing it to her, sucking on her pussy.
That was nice. That was the nicest thing she'd ever felt. The spanking had awakened that glow, and now she realized that there was more than one way to go about the achievement of that hot state where everything felt simply wonderful.
George began to lick at her body, lapping from her toes to her head, as she moaned and cooed, moving as he gently prodded her wherever he wanted her.
This is my reward for serving him, she thought, feeling his tongue on her inner thighs, going to her twat again. Again! He's going to do it to me again, she realized.
George couldn't keep his lips away from her sweet perky clitoris. Making her moan and whimper like that was just too appealing. Now he wanted to see her really squirm.
"Girls can come again and again, Karen. I'm going to suck you until you come!"
He placed his face in her crotch and felt her smooth inner thighs close on his cheeks.
"Ohhh, I like that!"
She was really beginning to hump down on him, to show her steamy passion.
She really reminded him of his wife, and he loved it. It was a pleasure he didn't expect again, in this lifetime.
"Ohhhh, George!"
Even her moaning. It was like having his wife back, only this time instead of a beautiful woman she was a beautiful child. His tongue lapped at her sweet pussy as she shivered with pleasure, as she came to a stormy orgasm, her senses flooding with pure pleasure.
"George, I love that. I really love that feeling. Ohhhhhhh! I love it, George."
He could tell that from her furious humping, and he loved the fact that she was appreciating his skill. He hadn't tried hard at pleasing a girl or woman since his wife died. This was his first try, and he could see that he still had it if he tried.
She moaned and shivered, her spine tightening with pleasure as the waves of orgasmic heat shot through her.
He clutched the balls of her ass, letting his finger slide into her anus.
"OHHHH!!!!"
She trembled and shook, her orgasm peaking and ending in a moment. She seemed to be stunned and barely moved. George got up first, and he didn't know what to say to her. He had no idea what he was supposed to say to a thirteen-year-old girl who just received his cock in her mouth, who just had her twat lashed by his stinging tongue.
"That was good!"
She smiled, but her eyes remained shut. She also was at a loss for words.
George went into the bathroom and started a shower. He had had a hell of a day, taking Joan in the morning and Karen in the evening. Still, he had the feeling that things were just getting started. He had sat on his frustrations for so long, he just knew that things were going to be different now. He knew it for sure. It was the only time in his life when he had really affected changes, and he had done it compulsively, not planning it out, but jumping on it, doing it.
The next day in the office, Joan was splendid. First of all she wore a dress he had complimented a number of times, so he knew she was responding to him.
She still had the look of an arrogant queen in her eyes, in her stance, but she didn't apply it to him. This made it amusing when she pulled her uppity business on other people.
George enjoyed seeing her play the goddess with other men and being meek when confronted with her. That was a thrill. That was the way it was supposed to be.
He watched her dismiss one of the salesmen, her eyes making the man feel like he just wasn't good enough for her to deal with. Then, she turned those same eyes on him, and the look changed to one of an animal's. A scared animal!
That evening he took her out for drinks, and they talked a little. He began to understand her for the first time.
CHAPTER THREE
Ada Fletcher was growing more and more alarmed at the strange behavior that was going on in the house between George and Karen.
George seemed to be particularly bent on seeing to it that Karen got blamed for everything that went wrong, which Ada saw as amusing at first, but then, when George made a ritual of taking Karen upstairs and spanking her, Ada began to wonder why Karen didn't seem to resent the beatings. She knew, without any clear idea of why or how, that they were enjoying themselves up there. Absolutely enjoying herself.
Ada wondered if she should tell Richard, her boyfriend, about what was happening around there. She decided against it. It was a family matter. Anyway, she supposed she should be grateful for the way the house was lately. For whatever reasons she was being left alone, and that was nice.
It was a Friday, and Richard and she had decided not to go to school, but to sit around the Fletcher's house and listen to music. Richard was hot for her buns and she knew it, and she'd been putting it off for a long time, but he was growing more and more persistent. If she herself didn't want him it would have been a problem, but she did.
She watched him get up and put on a record, his muscular young body clearly defined under a thin cotton shirt and jeans. He smiled and sat down beside her on the couch. She was thankful that Karen wasn't home. "It's good to be alone with you, Ada,'" he said as she sat down.
He put his hand down under her as she was sitting, and the tight roundness of her beautiful ass fell into the palm of his hand.
"Richard!"
"Something is really bothering you, Ada. What is it?"
She moved his hand. She didn't want to get too heavily involved in sex now. She just didn't feel ready.
"Richard, do we have to have this conversation again? You know I don't want to do anything heavy."
He pulled her towards him and kissed her, and she resisted his tongue as he tried to penetrate her lips. She was such a sweet tight bundle he was willing to have to work at it, to have to persuade her, and sometimes she was off-guard and let him get on top of her and hump her, and he loved to come looking at her sexy little face, even if his cock was still in his pants. Richard was horny at the moment though, and he needed her. He knew she just simply couldn't understand it, but everytime they went just so far and then she cut it off he walked away with a pain in his balls, and then he'd have to go home and wack himself off.
Ada felt his hand on her breast and she closed her eyes. She liked when he touched her, and she wondered why she was being so afraid. He was such a strong boy, and so attentive to her, exactly the opposite of her stepfather. Richard acted as though he really valued her.
He undid the thin blouse and was reaching behind her for her bra when she cut him off. "Not here."
"Let's go up to your room, Ada. Please!"
She looked at the warmth in his eyes, being too young and naive to see the lust behind it. She felt herself being led up the stairs, almost before she decided what to do.
She felt safe. He would get on top of her and hump her, but she wouldn't take her panties off, and she'd make sure he kept his jeans on. That way he'd have his fun and she'd still be a virgin. A virgin! She wondered why it mattered. Well, it did, and that was all there was to it.
Richard got on top of her and put his hands under her ass, lifting her tight torso up to him as he humped down on her. He had her bra off, and he took one hand and covered her bouncing little breasts. They were so high on her chest, so uplifted and perky, the taut nipples so hard and sweet.
"I love your breasts, Ada. I like to suck on them. Baby, you're a piece of ass."
She smiled with satisfaction, and she knew at once that part of her attraction to Richard was that he seemed to adore her, to really take great delight in her. She decided to give, to really make an effort.
"Suck on them, Richard!"
She cupped her breasts and lifted them up where he could really get a hold of them. She watched as he rubbed her tits all over his face, sucking in on the nipples, licking at the sweet globes.
He was excited this time. Usually he was turned-on but contained, but this time he had to have more. He started to wrestle her jeans down. He wanted to stroke those long silky legs, to taste the heat of her bush.
"What are you doing?"
"I need you, Ada. Please understand!"
He was stronger than she was, and he had her jeans off in a second. She was naked except for her panties, and Richard reached for his jeans and tossed them off in one motion. Ada got scared as he advanced, his big cock pointing at her.
"We can't, Richard. I'm just not ready!"
"I need you! I need you, Ada!"
He was on top of her again, and this time he was coming right at her pussy with his hard cock.
"You sweet bitch. I need that brown bushy pussy!"
She knew he was going to get it in as soon as he started poking around, rubbing her clitoris and getting her wet.
"No! No!"
She had one hope of keeping her technical virginity. "Richard, let me suck it!' That stopped him cold. He was always up for that. He sat up on the bed and put her between his legs, brushing the long brown hair back so that he could see her big eyes, her full sweet lips, as he inserted his cock in her mouth.
She'd only let him do that once before, and since that day, which couldn't have been more than a month ago, he'd been hot to do it again.
Ada took the thick shaft in her hand and squeezed it, noticing his face contort with pleasure as he put his hands under his own ass and lifted himself up to meet her mouth.
"Take it in, Ada. You sweet angel, suck my cock!"
She let his cock rub against her lips as she moistened them with her tongue. Yes, she was going to treat him right, and she felt he deserved it. He was patient with her, and he treated her so sweetly.
Ada expanded her lips around the shaft of his cock and began to flutter her tongue over his cock, and Richard moaned as he started driving it in, pumping it in.
"Ohhhh, Ada, you sweet bitch!"
"Hmmmmmmm!"
He put his hand down on her chin so that he could trace the sweet movements as she slid her lips on and off his thick cock.
Richard's hands reached down for the taut buttons of her nipples and he gripped at them, his fingers closing around them.
"I love these sweet knobs, you beautiful cocksucker!"
Ada moaned low in her throat. She was feeling great at once, as her pussy felt the pressure of his fingers on her, on her clitoris. "Just don't put that finger in me."
"Relax, Ada. Relax and suck my cock. I'd rather fuck your mouth anyway."
Ada hadn't thought of that. A blow-job was really being fucked in the mouth. That's what was happening. Some virgin, she thought. Oh well, if it hadn't bothered her up to then why have it start? Besides, she liked sucking cock. She was good at it and it pleased him so.
"Ada, I'm going to have to come in your mouth, baby!" he moaned.
She didn't want that. The last time she'd sucked him off he'd pulled out and came in her hand, and she naturally thought he was going to do that again.
Ada tried to move away, but his legs held her head in place and his hands moved up to her chin and head, holding her perfectly still. "Baby, flutter your tongue for me!" He was strong, and there was little she could do as he lost all control of himself and started to take her, ravish her mouth with all his might.
"Oh, you sweet cunt!"
She felt the hot come shooting into her mouth, and she almost gagged on the hot liquid as it flooded her.
Richard was out of control. He watched her struggle to contain the hot juice, watched it dribble out of the corners of her mouth.
"Baby, suck it up. I love that sweet tongue on me, Ada, you beautiful bitch."
She knew there was no way out now but to finish what she started, and he would appreciate it afterwards. She lapped up the sweet cream as it shot into her mouth.
"Swallow it down, baby. I want to see my hot come going down your throat!"
She gulped down the remains of his orgasm, and as soon as he was finished coming she began whirling her tongue around his cock, licking the come off of it as it got soft. She let it stay in her mouth, thinking that he would pull out himself, but instead he got hard again and started to hump into her mouth again.
Her little jaw was beginning to ache as his cock got stiff in her mouth.
"Baby, suck it once more. I love the way you suck it. I need you, Ada! Oh honey, suck it up for me!"
She was tired of sucking his cock now, but all at once he moved her into a sixty-nine position, and then he drove his tongue down on her wet sweet twat.
Ada felt the pleasure shoot through her like an electrical charge as she started to hump his tongue. He was really giving it to her now, really humping into her mouth, but she didn't mind. She was distracted by the hot glow that was being provided by his driving tongue.
Richard parted the skin so that her clitoris was protruding, and he whipped at it with his tongue until he felt the dark-hared beauty come to a steamy orgasm, her body shivering with pleasure as she stiffened and jerked in spasms of heat and pleasure. He put his finger into the warm canal of her asshole, and it intensified her orgasm, even though she wasn't sure what he was doing until it was done and it did distract her a little.
"One day I want to slide in your pussy like this," he said. "Hmmmm."
He went back to work on her twat, his tongue giving her the whipping of her life. She'd just come, but she was a stormy little bitch, and she heated up again without effort as his cock pulsed in her mouth and his tongue beat on her clitoris.
"I'm coming, Ada!"
Suddenly he gripped her so tightly she thought her bones were going to crunch, and he let his tongue go absolutely wild on her little clit.
"Ohhhhh! Bitch, drink it down for me again, sweet cocksucker!"
She felt his hot come in her mouth again, and this time the sensation was mixed with her own orgasm, as she allowed him to tongue whip her to a frenzy. She squeezed him almost equally hard this time.
"Oh, Ada, suck it up!"
The hot come flooded her mouth and began to leak out as she gasped and sucked in air through her flaring nostrils.
"Suck it up you sweet cunt!"
He moaned as he watched her mouth absorb his hot liquid passion, and then he went back to sucking on her twat. Her inner thighs and crotch were wet from pussy dew and his lapping tongue, and he watched a cold sweat break out on her body as he continued to lap at her.
Suddenly she tightened. Another orgasm! Richard couldn't help feeling excited even though his cock was soft in her mouth, as he pushed her over the line, into infinity.
Her spine tightened and her whole body began to spasm and jerk.
"That feels soooo good, Richard."
His finger went back into her ass. She responded well to that the first time, and this time it really turned her on, now that she wasn't afraid of it.
She finished coming and they remained on the bed, still and quiet, listening to the sounds of the afternoon on the street below. Cars honking and children calling each other loudly, and an occasional laugh or bellowing roar.
It was fucking great to have nothing to do but hang around in the afternoon with Richard, in bed. What a great way to pass time. She was grateful for having the house to herself.
Just then they heard the downstairs door shut, and Ada realized that someone was home. Her fears died as she rushed to the window to check for the car. It wasn't there.
"It's only Karen."
Richard shook his hot cock to cool it off. He'd been looking at that blonde sister of Ada's long enough to memorize her face, and he jerked off at night seeing her image many times. He wanted her too, only he wasn't going to push his luck. He'd been having a great day, and he didn't want anything to upset it. If he tried to do too much too soon he could upset the whole number he had with Ada, and Ada was his favorite bitch anywhere.
"We better get dressed. I don't want her to know anything, the bitch. She might use it against me."
Richard agreed, but it was too late. The bedroom door swung open and there was Karen, a sneer on her face.
"So this is how you went to school today, you dumb slut!" Karen roared, acting as though she gave a shit. She slammed the door shut and went to her own bedroom, and Ada got scared.
"She'll tell him. I know she will. Richard, you better leave."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Get your ass out of here, Richard. I'll handle her."
Richard sensed her worry, and he could see that the matter was serious. He got dressed quickly and split.
Ada walked to Karen's bedroom and knocked on the door.
"Come in, slut!"
Ada opened the door. She knew she would have to be diplomatic.
"I know what you think, but it didn't happen."
"You had your clothes off."
"But I didn't let him fuck me. I just let him play with me."
"I'll bet!"
"I mean it. You're not going to tell George, are you?" she implored.
Karen seemed amused.
"I don't have to. You could keep the bedrooms clean for a week and change the sheets and everything. That might help, if you want me to help you."
Ada looked at her sister and knew she had to give in.
"Yeah, whatever you say." Ada closed the door and went back to her own room. Very well, if that was the way it was going- to be, than that was it. But it didn't seem right. Anyway, she suspected George and Karen of doing more than just simple punishment up in her room at night.
Karen had been spanked three nights in the past week, and always for stupid shit. There was more to it than she knew, Ada thought, and she decided that she was going to find out. She was going to ask George, demand to know what he was doing.
George watched the cocktail slide down Joan's throat, and he felt his cock pulse as he watched her sweet lips on the glass.
"Baby, I want you to suck me off,"
"George, we're in a cocktail lounge!"
"I'll be the cock and you be the tail," he joked, picking up his jacket and signaling her out with a jerk of his head. He was too horny to sit there.
She had come to realize that he was going to dominate her, and she stopped resenting it. At least she enjoyed him more at work, knowing that she could maintain some control just by threatening to quit.
Having sex with him had paid off in that way. He was more dependent on her, and although he looked for an excuse to rough her up and take her at will, he still wouldn't fire her for being late, as was her habit, or for her incompetence, which showed itself from time to time.
In the parking lot, his hands were on her ass at once, and on her breasts.
"George. People can see."
"Fuck 'em. Get in the car!"
She slid into his car and he got into the driver's seat, unzipping his pants at once and freeing his cock.
He put the car in drive and coasted out of the lot, already putting his hand on the soft nape of her neck and guiding her head down to his crotch.
"Not in the car, George. We're not a couple of kids, you know!"
"Baby, I need a good sucking, and you're the bitch who does it best. Now do it!"
He wasn't in a gentle mood that night, and she felt him actually jerk her head down onto his lap. He took her blonde hair and scooped it into a bun behind her head, so that he could watch her lips on his cock.
"Come on, Joan. Suck that cock for me!"
Joan took the thick shaft into her mouth and sucked hard on it. She wanted him to come quickly and get it over with. She knew how to make him come.
"Lick my balls, bitch! Do it to it!"
She did what he said. He was pulling at her hair and holding her tightly, and he soon pulled off the road so that he could grip her head with two hands.
" "You're going to get a steaming mouthful, cunt!"
Her tongue fluttered on his cock as the hot liquid shot out of his cock.
"That's it, bitch. Drink that hot stuff down!"
"Hmmmmmmmmmm!"
"You sweet cocksucker, drink that hot juice down your throat!"
She swallowed the thick hot come as it shot into her, as his hands held her bosom, tits bunched together in his one hand as he held her chin with the other so that he could trace the movements of his cock in and out of her mouth.
"I like that, baby. I like that hot tongue on me, and when you drink it down for me!"
She swallowed the hot load and licked his cock, feeling it getting soft.
He released her after she'd licked him off, and he turned the motor on and drove onto the road, dropping her off at her home in a few moments.
"Baby, if you want to come over, like on the weekend, just give me a buzz on the phone. I might want to see those big sweet lips around my cock on Saturday," he said.
"Goodnight, George!"
She tried to just get out, but he grabbed her and kissed her, sucking her lips into his mouth.
She broke free.
"George! People will see!"
"Fuck 'em. Get going, baby!"
He watched her hot rump as she walked away from the car, and he had to smile to himself as he pulled away. He was getting all the tail he needed.
Now what can I punish that sweet little Karen for tonight? He couldn't think of anything she'd done wrong, but he was sure he would find something by the time he got home.
Karen beat him to the punch, inviting a spanking by yelling at Ada over some stupid trivial thing during supper.
"Since when do you talk to your sister like that?"
Ada was startled. She didn't think he was concerned about how anyone talked to her.
Ada watched as George stood up and grabbed Karen by her blonde hair.
"Upstairs, lady. You are going to have to learn some manners, and now is as good a time to start as any!"
Watching them go out of the room and up the stairs, Ada had the feeling that the whole thing was set up, arranged, although somehow not consciously. It was more like they both knew what they wanted, and they had to act a certain way to get to that point. Well, this time Ada wanted to know what the fuck was going on.
Ada crept up behind them, gave them a few moments, and then opened the door. George was standing there with his cock out, his leather belt in his hand, and they both startled.
"Come here, Ada!"
She bolted, but he was quick, and he reached her before she hit the stairs, dragging her back into the room.
"Get out of here, Karen. I have to teach your sister a fucking lesson."
Karen was sulky, but she did what she was told. No sense getting him really mad. Karen was afraid of him, even though he provided her with so much pleasure. She sensed that his brutality could easily get way the fuck out of hand.
"What the fuck is the big idea, Ada?"
"I wanted to know what the hell you two were up to. You think I believe that spanking shit. Now I know what really goes on up here!"
He slapped her hard across the face and she fell onto the bed.
"You little fucking slut. You're going to learn what goes on now, if that's what you really think you want!"
Ada was not too sure, but there was little she could do about it at that point. He was closing in fast.
"Bitch, I'm going to spank your ass!" He ripped off her jeans and blouse and put her across his lap, spanking the hard balls of her ass at once, making her yelp with immediate pain.
"Bitch, you had to get curious. I was trying to keep you out of this," he lied.
He simply hadn't gotten around to her yet, but she was going to get it. He found himself very excited, feeling her nude body on his lap, feeling her stomach pressing on his cock as she squirmed and wiggled under his spanking palm.
"Ohhhhh! That hurts! Stop that you animal!"
"Animal! I'll show you a fucking animal!"
He got up and tossed her onto the bed, and he took something out of a drawer. A bag or sack, made of leather out of a drawer, and she tried to make it to the door while he was distracted, but he caught her and threw her back violently onto the bed.
"This is a mask, baby. I'm going to put it over your head and take it off when you beg me!"
"What are you talking about?"
She was really scared as he came down on her, and he had to smack her again to make her hold still.
He put the leather mask over her face. It had a zipper in the back which he quickly sealed, and all of a sudden she felt really helpless. She couldn't see a damn thing. The mask had only two holes in it, and they were for air. That was the only luxury, being in that mask, being able to breath.
He was rough on her. He spun her onto her stomach and spanked her nude ass for a full five minutes, until her buns were sore and red.
"Turn over, bitch!"
He was really excited about her now. Her beautiful body, the long brown hair flowing out of the back of the leather mask, all served to turn him on even more. He suspected that the mask also helped because it made the whole thing seem unreal and took the pressure of what he was doing off of him.
"Now, if you don't want to get the beating of your life, you better just lie there!"
She was still on the bed, except for the heaving of her tits, the jerking of her torso, covered with sweat and glistening in the dim light.
George stood above her, his cock in his hand. He was jerking off, and he wanted to shoot his hot come all over her body.
"Bitch, if you don't do what I tell you, I'm going to beat the shit out of you. I want you to move those tight little tits for me. Sit up and dance, and move your shoulders. Your tits are pretty, bitch."
She did what he said. The last thing she wanted was to get really beat up. She didn't understand what was happening, but she knew very well that he was capable of really hurting her.
She couldn't even ask him what he was trying to do to her. When she tried to speak, the mask muffled her completely, so that she couldn't even hear what she was saying. She could barely hear him, and sensed that his voice was really roaring or she wouldn't know he was even talking.
George's swollen cock was pulsing in his hand. He knew what he wanted to do to the sweet bitch, and he was going to do it.
"Baby, make those tits dance!"
She started to shake her tits, and he still wasn't happy. He slapped her breasts, not hard, but it stung as he struck the tender mounds.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, but there was no sound that came out of the mask.
Finally he felt himself coming in his own hand, and he guided his cock as though it were a firehose, shooting hot bolts of come all over her body, onto her legs and breasts and neck.
"Ada, you honeycunt! You're going to make a hell of a sweet slave!"
She couldn't hear him. She felt the hot sticky come hitting her, and she was grateful that he was coming already, that something was ending.
Nothing was ending. His cock spurted her whole body with sticky hot come, and then he got on top of her and tried to get his cock into her pussy, but that was going a little too far, and terror forced her into action.
"Alright, alright, bitch!"
He unzipped the mask and pulled it off. She gasped for air, looking down at her sweating body, come all over her.
"Now, just lie still and I won't hurt you. You're not ready for a cock inside you, are you?"
"No, please!"
He turned her over on her stomach and began to spank her again, and she started to cry.
"Stop, please! Let me up!"
He let her go and she got up, but as soon as she was standing on her feet, trying to get away, George reached into her crotch and hooked his finger on her pussy, letting his index finger hook into her cunt, pushing through her virgin pussy!
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
He pulled her down on the bed with him and started to give it to her with two fingers. He was good with his hands. That was one of the things her mother liked about him. Her mother! The thoughts of her flooded his head, made him sorry for a moment.
"Fuck it!" he said out loud. "Ada couldn't understand what was happening to her. The pain and humiliation was turning quickly to pleasure. He had his fingers in her cunt and asshole now, and was rubbing her clitoris at the same time.
"Sweet bitch. I want to feel that hot oven with my cock stuck deep inside it!"
She came almost at once. It was the first time her pussy had been penetrated, and she couldn't help but feel the glowing pleasure his fingers were providing her with, even though she wanted to strike back at him.
He held her tightly and there was very little she could do except sit still for it, and that removed the responsibility from her, so all she could do was what she was doing. She was tingling with an overwhelming orgasm, her body jerking and twitching with heat waves of pleasure.
"You sweet bitch. I'm going to show you what this hot box is for, cunt!"
It was a long orgasm, and she gasped and steamed for a full minute as her body shook and she humped at his strong hand.
George got up and she moaned, spreading out on the bed with the sheet pulled over her sweating body, covering the beauty of her skin. He was losing interest in her quickly. He wanted to pick up on Karen where he'd left off.
"Now you know what Karen and I have been doing up here, and now you have to be my slave also, little bitch!"
He slammed the door, leaving her alone with a headful of questions. She was sobbing, muttering Richard's name, as if he could protect her from what was happening to her. At the same time, she distinctly remembered the intensity of her orgasm, of her pleasure. She was confused, and didn't know how she felt about George. Maybe there were worse things in life than being his slave. She just didn't know.
CHAPTER FOUR
Saturday morning Ada and Karen found themselves alone. George left a note stating that he'd be back for dinner.
"Well, now you know. What do you think?" Karen asked.
"I don't know."
"Shit. You know, the first time he spanked me he had a big hard-on, and my raw pussy was rubbing against it. I came quickly," Karen reflected.
"Yeah, I came yesterday when he finger-fucked me."
"He did!"
"Yeah!"
"Wow, we could do that to each other. That would be fun."
"Karen, what are you saying?"
"Let's go lie down in the bedroom, Ada. Come, we have all day. We can always stop if it doesn't work, right?"
Ada didn't know what was happening, but she was game. That orgasm had loosened her up, and made her see George differently also. Last night she'd massaged her own pussy, thinking about how George had fucked her with his fingers. She couldn't do it herself as well as he did it.
On the big bed in Karen's bedroom, Ada found herself stretching out and really relaxing as her sister stuck a finger into her bush, massaging the clitoris.
"Ada, I want you to spank me."
"What?"
"You heard me!"
She sure did. Ada looked at Karen. How many times had she wanted to punish Karen for her bitchy ways? She figured this might be it. Anyway, it might be fun.
Ada sat up and Karen got on her lap, and Ada started at once, striking the soft pale globes of Karen's smooth buttocks. "Harder! Harder!"
Ada was going kind of soft, and she compared her blow with George's realizing that he was smacking about thrice as hard when he let them have it.
Ada started really making an effort, her open palm turning Karen's ass red in seconds.
Karen was delighted. She liked the way her body rubbed around on her sister's lap, the way her sister seemed almost as strong as George.
"Give it to me, Ada. Teach me what a bitch I am!"
Ada did just that, and soon Karen was crying, jerking, trying to get free.
Karen's long blonde hair made an excellent handle, and Ada managed to keep her in place by holding her by the hair. She wanted to show her sister that she could be as rough as George, that she could give her a stiff smack on the ass.
"Let's change places," Karen suggested. Ada let her up.
"I don't know if I want to. t don't know, Karen."
"Don't be like that. It's fun, and you might as well admit it." Ada had accepted the fact that Karen was the experienced one, the leader, in a way, but she had a sudden inkling to change all that, and she intended to do it on the spot.
It hit her that she could suck pussy as well as any man, and she altered the scene, moving her head down on Karen's bush, instead of getting together for another spanking.
Karen saw what was coming, and she began to appreciate her sister's beauty from another angle. Looking down on her, as Ada began to lap her tongue over Karen's blonde bush, Ada really looked sweet, like a slave.
Karen's pussy lit up as Ada got her tongue in gear and started really laying it down.
"Ohhhhh, that feels so nice, Ada. Suck on it, Ada. You're going to be my slave girl."
Ada stopped and looked up.
"No. If you want me to continue, you have to be my slave girl."
Stalemate.
They decided quickly on a solution, and in a second they were in a steamy sixty-nine position, both lapping furiously at each other's cunts, both of them following the other.
When Karen put her finger up Ada's warm ass, Ada followed and did the same.
Karen was the first to come, appreciating the tight sweet skin of Ada's back and shoulders as the girl lapped at her.
Karen felt her body flood with pleasure, and she tightened her legs around Ada's head.
As if in direct chain-reaction, Ada did the same, and she also began to come. They came together, rubbing each other so hard it hurt.
Karen rolled her eyes back in her head and tossed her head from side to side, hair cracking like a whip and then falling around her like a halo.
Ada was still, but her orgasm was just as intense and pleasurable. They were both glowing, stretched out on the bed, and Karen began to suck on her sister's toes.
At first Ada giggled, but then it felt really good, and it was something a slave girl would do, so she found herself enjoying it.
To show her appreciation she began to duplicate the toe sucking. They were still in that sixty-nine position, and they could suck each other's toes and run their tongues up each other's legs with relative ease. They played around for a few hours, teasing each other, tasting each other.
George had been on his way to see Joan and have his cock sucked proper, but then, on his way he went through the downtown area, and was cruising a street known for hookers.
There was a pretty black chick on the corner, with light skin and a high sweet ass, her big tits projecting out like twin guns on a battleship.
George pulled over to the curb.
"Sportin' honey?" he asked her.
She smiled and walked over to the car, leaning down on the window frame to talk to him, showing off her ample breasts while she was out it.
"You going out, John?"
"Yeah, if you think you're the woman for the job."
"Cost you, John baby."
"Like what?"
"Like fifty."
"Like hell," he spat, starting to drive away.
"Wait now, John, there ain' no reason why we can't negotiate, sweet John."
"Let's call it twenty-five and you have a sport on your hands."
"Some sport. Twenty-five. Get lost. I can get forty from anybody on this street with half a pecker."
George would have started to drive away, but something about the bitch turned him on. Perhaps it was her hardness, her lack of sentimentality. She knew what she was doing and she knew what he wanted and she didn't take any shit.
"Well, what would you settle for? I ain't made out of money."
"Forty or fly, John. That's the number!"
"Alright!"
He got out of the car and locked it, following the hooker into an old hotel which was knee-deep in sports and their hooker friends.
Walking up the stairs, the bitch's high ass started to really make George horny, and he reached up and goosed her.
"Honestly, you Johns are like schoolboys. Now can't you wait until we get into my room?"
"Sure honey!"
They were on the landing, and George waited patiently as she took her keys out. "Money!"
She said the word without looking at him. George sighed and put his hand on his billfold, coming out with forty dollars in tens.
The hook smiled and put the bread in her stash pocket, and then the door swung open.
On the bed, a man was lying with his legs spread, a black girl sucking on his cock as he moaned and whimpered. The man didn't even turn to look as they entered the room.
"We ain't going to be alone even?"
"What do you want for forty balloons? The fucking Ritz."
"I don't like this. We're going to wait until they're finished."
The hooker sighed and led him by the hand into another room where there was no bed but a huge couch.
"This better John?"
"Yeah, at least we're alone. What's your name?"
"Mary. You're John and I'm Mary."
She smiled and reached for the one zipper that held her short hooker's dress together. She had the standard nothing on under the dress, and her smooth breasts bounced into sight, dark nipples taut and pretty.
"You're a pretty one, aren't you, Mary?" George said, getting out of his clothes.
"Yeah, sure. What you want to do, John?"
"Going to spank you and fuck you baby, and might even ask for a blow-job."
"That'll bring the price up."
George expected that much, and that's why he squabbled over the money in the first place. He drew his wallet again and threw a ten on the floor.
Mary smiled and asked him what he wanted first.
"I'll show you!"
George got on the bed and put Mary across his lap, her naked ass pointing up at him.
"I like that high chocolate ass, baby!"
"I'm glad it meets your approval, mate!"
He began to slap her ass with his open hand, and soon Mary realized that he was not one of those harmless spankers.
"Too hard! Too hard, baby. Go easy. I'm a working girl," the hooker protested.
George spanked her as hard as he could, holding the bitch down on his lap by bracing a hand on the base of her spine. She could wiggle and moan but she couldn't get up.
"You are a sweet bitch. You're going to suck my cock, aren't you, Mary?"
"Let me suck it now! Let me suck it!"
The bitch, he thought. She wants me to drop a load and get out. Well, she's going to work for it this time.
"Stop that! It's too hard. I got to use that ass for other John's, man!"
After he spanked her until he was sure she was under his power, he spread her out on the bed on all fours, telling her to keep her ass high and proud.
"You ain't going to... "
"Shut up!"
In a moment his cock had slid into her ass, and he was driving his big dong into her like a steam shovel. Her ass was sore, and every stroke stung like hell as his belly crashed into her sore ass.
"Ohhhh! That hurts!"
"Shut up and take it, bitch!"
His big hands came around and scooped up the big chocolate breasts that had attracted him in the first place. He squeezed them tightly, loving the way they moved wherever he wanted them to like big pillows.
Her nipples were hard and haloed, dark as they come. His fingers pinched them slightly as he gripped her tits.
"Tighten up that butt for me, baby. I like to fuck a tight assed bitch!"
The hooker did what she was told. She wanted this asshole to drop his load and get out. Why did she get all the fucking weird assholes? She couldn't figure it out, but it always happened to her.
"Baby, try and buck me off. Ride it, baby!"
She smiled. He wanted a hard ride! Great! She was going to buck that asshole straight to the ceiling. Mary started letting her ass buck high, but he was holding like a rodeo cowboy, not letting her get the best of him although she seemed very strong indeed for a woman.
"You sweet bitch! I want your cunt now!"
The hooker stopped moving long enough for George to get his cock out of her ass and put it deep in her pussy. He was glad at once. Her pussy was hot and tight, and she had better control over it, tightening it, squeezing his cock as tightly as she could, trying to make him come.
"Trick me, baby. Trick it out of me!"
"You got a big hungry cock there, John.
Give me that big shaft, daddy!"
He braced himself and put his hands around her waist so that he wouldn't be bucked off as she gyrated her big ass back at him.
"Tighten that cunt, baby."
Mary moaned as she tightened, and she faked an orgasm, bringing George to a quick spurting orgasm himself with her flinching pussy.
"That's it, baby! That's what I like. I love that hot cunt you got there, bitch!"
The hooker was sweating and moaning, her body covered with cold sweat as she made her buttocks buck and kick, as she made her pussy tighten around his cock.
Her ass was sore, but it was worth the fifty to her, and she had the feeling he wasn't going to waste her time hanging around for another ride.
She was wrong. He came inside her wet twat, his moaning and sighing right in her ear, his hot rod driving deeply into her pussy and making her feel sore.
When he was done, he didn't pull out.
"Nice warm-up baby, now give it to me right."
"What? You crazy? That ain't going to cover you for the day, that lousy fifty!"
"Shut up and move that tail, bitch!" He put his hands on her neck to show he meant business. Well, she wasn't going to get hurt on a simple technicality. If the John wanted another ride for the same fare she was just going to have to give it to him.
"You sweet bitch! Tighten that pussy for me. Make me feel that hot cunt!"
His cock got hard in a second, as though he was a schoolboy or something.
Mary was amazed. Usually, most John's dumped their load and split. This guy wanted action. He was too fucking much.
George fucked her pussy for a few moments and then got bored. He decided he wanted to end this session with a blow-job, as long as the price was so high.
He pulled out and she was grateful.
"You made my pussy sore, John. You got a hot cock on you."
"Yeah, I know. Sit up."
She sat up and he put his cock in her cleavage, pushing the sweet chocolate tits together, his cock fitting snuggly in her moist delta.
"That's fine, baby. Make 'em dance for me!"
The hooker started to do a shimmy with her shoulders, her big tits dancing with his cock between them.
"I dig that bitch! Bitch, you got the idea!"
He started to pinch her brown nipples again, this time fully appreciating them as they capped her big hot globes. Her tits were really nice. Black and smooth, high and sweet, just the way he liked them.
He started to feel that special twitch at the tip of his cock, and he knew he was going to explode any second now.
"Bitch, when it starts to shoot I want to see you take it in your mouth!"
She nodded her head. She would earn her fifty from this dude. Sitting on her ass hurt, but she had the knowledge that he couldn't last much longer, and she'd be on to different things soon enough.
George cupped her tits and humped his cock into her cleavage until he knew he was due to lose control.
"Now! Get it in your mouth!"
The hooker moved fast, but his shooting cock started to send bolts of hot come all over her breasts and face as the cock was jammed in her fist and led to her mouth.
He rammed it into her big sensual mouth and watched her face as she swallowed his hot come, holding her head tight with his hands.
"That's it, Mary. Drink it down for me. You know how I like that feeling, baby!"
Mary knew all about it. She also knew he would be dressed and on the street in a few moments. She drank the thick come down and licked his cock off.
"That was fine, baby. You were worth every cent."
Mary smiled at him. They weren't usually that nice to her. This one really dug her.
"You weren't bad yourself, hot rod John. You can come back and see this ass sucker anytime, and if the price is right you can have what you want, baby, what you need. Mary knows what you want, doll."
George smiled and stroked her cheek gently. He felt a sudden tenderness for her, for all she must go through day after day.
"Baby, J might just be here again soon. You always in this hotel?"
"Either here or standing outside. Anytime you're in the neighborhood drop in on Mary's cunt!"
"What's your real name in case I don't see you and I have to ask someone?"
"Ask for Blue. Blue Mary!"
He smiled and walked out, but not before dropping another twenty down on the bed. Shit! When a bitch was good, she deserved it, and anyway, she would be good as hell to him the next time he came.
Mary smiled at him. The twenty made her sore ass feel better. You can buy lots of petroleum jelly for twenty smackers.
George got back in the car and felt like going to see Joan anyway, even though he wasn't horny anymore.
"Hi, doll. Thought I'd drop by. Can I use your shower?" he asked.
"What? What a crazy way to say hello."
Joan looked at him, puzzled by his strange ways. She pointed towards the bathroom and he started to walk.
"You need a shower, baby."
"What? I took one an hour ago."
"You need another one. I want you to soap me up while you're at it!"
Joan got the idea and followed him into the shower.
George himself was amazed at how his cock responded to her skilled fingertips. He thought he was fucked out for the day, but obviously, another bitch, another hard-on! Great.
"Joan, you really know how to be a man's bitch. Scrub my balls good now!"
She laughed and stroked his hard shaft, the soap rinsing off of it in the force of the shower.
"Get down on it, Joan. Give it a twirl with your hot tongue, baby!"
Joan didn't have to be told twice. She knew that all action with George was on his terms, and she'd come to accept it.
She got down on her knees and began to twirl her tongue around on his cock.
"That's nice baby. I like that hot tongue." He couldn't help but compare her technique with the hooker's. Of course, the hook was a pro, and that gave her an edge. Joan was just a chick doing what she was told to do, and she wasn't quite as good at it as she could have been, but she sure looked sweet with his cock sticking in her mouth.
"Joan, baby, suck on that big cock for me and show me what you can do."
He cupped her chin and watched her as she sucked hard on his cock. She really did look like Karen. There could be no mistake about it. It wasn't his imagination at all.
After fifteen minutes she slowed down, and finally his cock slid out of her mouth. "Aren't I doing it right?"
"Fine, baby!"
"Why don't you come?" He thought about why he wasn't coming and decided not to let her in on it.
"Just tired, baby. Keep that tongue on me. I'll spill it soon enough."
"My jaw hurts. Let's fuck, George!" They got out of the tub and stepped into her bedroom. George had a taste for ass that night. He remembered Mary's hot anus squeezing his cock for him. "All fours, baby!"
She was a little shocked by his abrupt commands, but she couldn't think of why. "All fours!!"
"Yes master!"
He wondered if she was kidding, but no, she wouldn't kid about that. It was true. He was her man, her driver, her dude. She might fuck around with whoever she wanted to, but she didn't give anyone the power she gave him.
His cock slid into her ass as soon as he wet her down a little by massaging her clitoris and pussy with his fingers.
"Now, bitch, twirl that ass! Squeeze! Squeeze!"
He cupped her suspended tits and gave her the full force of his driving cock.
"George! Ohhhh, come inside me, George!"
"Your ass is tight and right, bitch!"
"Give it to me, master!"
Master! The word alone excited him. His cock started shooting bolts of liquid lightening into her tight ass as she moaned and whimpered, his fingers around her waist, on her clitoris, keeping her humping hard and steady.
They shared a cigarette in the dark and she seemed to be really under his spell.
"That was a good fuck, George. Seems you can put your cock in me anywhere and make me come."
"It's all in the fingers, baby. All in the touch."
He fell asleep in her arms, his head against the snowy pillows of her tits.
CHAPTER FIVE
George felt a sudden burst of inspiration Monday afternoon at the office. At first he was upset because Joan had been sick and didn't show up, but he gradually got on with business and distracted himself from the general depression of being there in the first place.
He decided that he would be good to himself that evening. Yes, he would take care of Karen and Ada at the same time. That would put a lift into his Monday.
He called home and told Ada to make sure they were both home. He said he wanted to talk with them both. Ada had an idea what he wanted to say, or not say, and she said that they would be there.
George let the day slide by as if it was a dream, barely paying any attention at all to the trivial horse crap that constantly went on round him as he tried to look busy and avoid people at the same time.
Pulling into the driveway he felt like his day was just beginning. The girls were watching television but when he opened the door the set was clicked off and they seemed to be very attentive.
"Girls, this place is a wreck. I want you both to go down in the basement and wait for me!"
He didn't have to roar anymore, but just speak softly. They both went downstairs, their faces blank, but both knowing exactly what to expect.
George went upstairs and took a quick shower, changed into a pair of old jeans. He Wore no underwear. He put a thick leather belt on his jeans so that he would have it handy if he decided to use it, and some leather thongs. He wanted to tie them up maybe, but he would play it by ear and see what he felt like doing.
When he got downstairs, Ada and Karen gave him something to get excited about, so he didn't have to create one. They were already nude, sprawled out on the couch, sucking each other off.
George was a little thrown, but he decided to watch them for a moment before he assumed a position in their games.
Ada was really on fire, and he could tell from the way she tossed her head, the way her body jerked, that Karen must really be sucking her off fine.
"Go at it girls! Get on with it!"
Ada came. George could see her little face through the hair that haloed her head wildly. The little girl was huffing and puffing as she stuck her wet face out of Karen's dewy bush long enough to catch a breath, her orgasm taking over her whole body.
"Alright, that's enough!"
He pulled them apart and told them to sit on opposite sides of the couch. That way he could get down between them. George sat down.
"You two are really getting out of hand. Now, put your hair in ponytails so I can hold onto you, and you might redeem yourselves by sucking my cock right."
The two girls went silently to task, neither of them wanting to get him very angry. They made their hair go back by scooping it up and tying it in the back.
George grabbed both tails as if they were handles.
"Now, I want you to lick it, both of you. Lick it good and I'll be good to you!"
He led them down, holding their hair as a means of guiding and dominating their every move.
George watched his two stepdaughters as they lapped at his lollipop, their little tongues meeting each other's every once in awhile as they fluttered and twirled their tongues around his cock.
When Ada got lazy for a moment George pulled on her hair to keep her from forgetting that she was with her master.
"Ouch!"
"Shut up and suck it, Ada. Ada, I want you to suck on it now. Karen, you get down and suck on Ada."
Karen looked up. She didn't like the idea. She would rather have a cock than a cunt in her mouth, and she told him so. He slapped her, and she was startled back into an awareness of his power.
Ada let the full shaft of his cock penetrate her mouth, and Karen situated herself between Ada's legs, tasting the sweet young pussy as she started to whip it with her tongue.
"That's it, bitch. Suck that cock for me baby!"
Ada closed her eyes and allowed his thick shaft to enter her mouth. She moaned as he took his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it all over her face.
"Suck in on my balls, baby!"
George watched the cute little bitch as she sucked his balls into her mouth.
"I like that, baby.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Karen moaned.
George looked down to where the blonde bitch was spread, her head in Ada's crotch.
"Alright, Karen, now come up here and you suck my cock while your sister sucks my balls."
Karen liked the sound of that. She got up at once and began to suck on his cock, his balls stuffing Ada's mouth.
"That's it girls, suck on me!"
He took his hands and moved them down the young girl's bodies, hooking his fingers into both of their cunts and penetrating the tight canals of their twats.
That got them both working, and he knew he couldn't sit still for much of that.
Karen had an orgasm, her snowy young body jerking and twitching with spasms of heat. She started to moan and sweat and George couldn't help but notice how much like his wife the little girl really looked, and how much like Joan they all looked.
"I'm going to shoot it into your mouth, Karen. Suck it up you bitch!"
Karen started to flutter her tongue over the tip of his cock, holding the shaft in her closed fist and squeezing it as she whipped the tip.
"That's it, bitch! That's what I like.
She made a soft noise in her throat as she felt the first shot of hot sauce spurt out of his cock and into her mouth. Soon he was filling her up with his thick come, and she didn't miss a stroke of her tongue.
Ada was still sucking on his balls, and he was still finger- fucking them both. They were all in a highly charged state when George peaked, his cock pumping hot lava out at them.
"Suck it up! Drink it down, Karen!"
Karen sucked on his cock as though it was a straw, and he began to pat her forehead instead of pull her hair, as his cock finished spurting hot shots of juice.
"That was nice girls, but who told you to start fooling around with each other?"
Silence.
"Hey, now you have to remember who your master is. Now, I have to teach you once and for all who's the captain of this ship, and I don't want any arguments from either of you.
He made them get up and he took the thongs out of the pocket of his jeans which were on the floor.
First he tied Ada's hands together and told her to sit on the couch. Then he took Karen and tied her tightly to the couch, her torso over the back of the couch so that her little tight buttocks was up in the air.
He looked at her, her blonde hair hanging down, her young pale body soft and vulnerable, helpless. George reached for his belt.
"What are you going to do?" Ada asked.
"Bitch, when I want a question from you I'll let you know!"
Ada shut up. She was thankful at the moment that it was Karen's ass up in the air and not hers. She watched as the belt was cracked in the air, and then George brought it down lightly over the balls of Karen's buttocks, testing them.
The girl was feeling proud, and she didn't want to show any signs of suffering. She made up her mind not to flinch at all if possible. She was sorry that her hair was tied because she couldn't hide her face as well if she started crying, but some strands had shaken loose, and soon the whole thing would come loose and her blonde hah would cover her face.
The next stroke of the belt stung like hell, and Karen felt her body begin to break out in a cold sweat, but she didn't flinch or show any signs of pain.
George noticed this. Usually, after the first crack, she would begin to squirm and beg. That's what he liked to see. He struck harder, and Karen got the message. The more she resisted showing pain, the harder it was going to be to sit down for a week.
"Ouch! Ohhhh!"
Each time the belt found its mark Ada flinched, and George noticed that and began to enjoy the way he could smack one of them and have them both respond.
"Take that, you cunt!"
Karen flinched this time, her whole body twisting. The thongs were tied to her wrists and the legs of the couch, and there was really very little she could do to get loose or even change her position.
"You sweet cunt! Beg me to stop!"
"George, please! Stop! Stop!"
He laughed.
"You little cocksucker!"
The belt swung again and she wiggled under the pain, her cute ass no longer pale, but turning a crimson red. Soon he knew she'd had enough.
He wanted their little twats, and he was going to have both of them, now!
"Ada, sit on my cock," he said, sitting down on the couch, leaving Karen tied up and struggling.
Ada got up and sat on his lap, but he lifted her up high with his hands around her waist and lined her up so that her cunt was going to come down in line with his cock.
"Bitch, now just ease it down!"
Actually he didn't have to say that, because she was light enough to be treated like a toy, and he guided Ada down on his cock, sinking into her slowly.
"That hurts!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
He could smell the sweet scent on her hair as he put his nose to the nape of her neck. His cock was inside the very lips of her pussy, and he was ready to thrust home.
"Here it comes, little bitch!"
Stab! His long thick cock slid halfway into her cunt, and then one more jab and he was in deep. She began to cry from the pain, and George let her get used to it before he started to let her have it full blast, but his patience was thin.
"Bounce up and down on my lap, Ada, you sweet cunt!"
The little girl looked like she'd put a nickel in one of those kiddy rides, the way she was bouncing around on his lap, her pussy sliding on and off his cock. "That's into it, bitch!"
George was really digging her tight little cunt, and he was also digging the way Karen was watching, as though if she only wasn't tied up she could get into it with them. But she was. Good for her. Let her realize that she only got pleasure when it was his choice to give it to her.
George felt the little bitch contract her pussy around his cock and realized that she was digging on it now. Sure enough, as he grabbed Ada's hair and pulled her profile into sight, he could see the utter passion that contorted her features.
His hand squeezed the ripening breasts, the perky nippies of the tall slim girl.
"You want a mouthful of hot come, baby?"
Ada couldn't very well answer with a mouthful of very hot cock. She just opened her eyes and tried to implore him with her gaze. Her pussy was beginning to get sore already from the size of his cock.
"Here it comes, bitch! Tighten that little twat for me."
The come started spurting again, and her little cunt drank it down nicely. He started to really bounce her around on his lap as he came, her tits dancing as she bounced.
'That's it, bitch! That's the way I like to ride a little bitch like you!"
He bit her neck and she moaned, but then his orgasm stopped and he told her to get up and lick it off for him. Ada did this quickly, not wanting to get hit with the belt, not wanting to do anything that he didn't find pleasing.
He watched her lick his wet cock, smiling, brushing the stray hair out of her eyes. Then he told her to sit still and behave or she'd get a hell of a licking.
Karen was next, and she was hot and ready for him, so he slid right in her pussy, loving the hot sweetness of her tight little canal.
"That's what I call hot and wet, baby!"
She moaned as his hands came up and scooped up her breasts, as her fingers pinched at her nipples.
"Move it, bitch! Keep that body in gear for me. I love to fuck that hot tight cunt!"
Karen tightened her newly experienced cunt around his driving shaft and moaned as her head flushed with pleasure. He was really pounding it into her, really laying some track on her.
Ada was weeping softly, her pussy sore and tingling with new sensations. She watched her blonde sister taking his cock into her young body, and it was hard to believe that a moment ago he'd been doing that same thing to her.
"Ohhhhhh! That's so nice!"
Karen was coming already. Her resistance was low to hot cock, and she started to explode, dancing on his cock as her body jerked and twitched.
"Ohhh! I'm coming!"
The pain of his big cock melted to pleasure and her body felt the warm pangs of delight.
George knew she was coming but he wanted to hold onto his own load. His hot cock pulsed, but he was in control.
"Wet and sweet! That's the way I like my bitches!" he roared.
She was trembling, spine tight, as her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm, as she peaked and then relaxed.
"Now, baby, I want you to take it in the ass!"
He didn't wait for her response. He just spun her over and mounted her. Her crotch was so wet it was easy to let the moisture spread and stick his hot cock in her extremely tight ass, and as he did this he brought his hand around to. her clitoris to keep her stimulated, to keep her ass in gear.
"Spin that ass! Tighten that asshole. You hot slut! I want to come in your ass!"
Karen's hair broke out of the tail and spread wildly around her face and shoulders, falling down to her breasts. George got excited by the wildness of how she looked, hot and sweating, her hair a mess, her panting body heaving, The balls of her ass were sweet, and he knew that each time he slammed his cock into her her ass stung from the spanking she'd received.
"Rotate that hot ass, bitch!"
She began to moan and toss her head from side to side, and George kept stimulating her clit, kept a state of pain and pleasure at the same time!
"Ohhhh!"
Her clitoris was beginning to glow, and her hot little body was writhing and squirming under the beating rhythm of his cock.
"I'm going to come! Ohhhhhhh!"
George knew he wouldn't be able to withstand her dancing flaming body, her tight asshole, and he allowed himself to come in her asshole.
"Sweet little tight ass! Keep it tight. Squeeze my cock for me, Karen!"
She squeezed with all her might around his cock, her pussy's walls closing down on him.
"That's it, bitch! Karen, you cunt, squeeze it with all your might."
His cock was alternating between her pussy and asshole. He was poking it into one hole and then the other," and his orgasm was like an explosion, hitting him with the impact of thunder.
"That's it, sweet cunt! I love to come in your body, Karen!"
When he was done with her he let her go. She sat on the couch beside Ada, both naked and trembling.
"Now, I want you both to clean up your rooms and keep this joint in order, and when I tell you I want some excitement from you, I want you to be thankful for it."
He knew they didn't know how to respond, but at the same time they knew just exactly what he meant. George picked up his pants and walked up the stairs, leaving them on the couch.
"Wow! I came three times," Karen said.
"I came twice!"
"You like being fucked, Ada?"
"Yeah!"
"Me too. I love a good hard cock in me. George is okay really, isn't he?"
"I don't know."
"He made you hot and he made you come."
"But the way he did it, that's what I don't know about," Ada reflected.
"Shit! If it works it works. That's all I give a shit about. Let me tell you that!"
Ada looked at her. Perhaps she was right.
Ada made up her mind that she was going to give Richard a surprise. She wanted to be able to really compare how Richard did it, as opposed to how George did.
"Want to play with Richard?"
"What?"
"Tomorrow afternoon. Richard's coming. Let's jump on him," Ada suggested.
"Yeah! We'll really knock his socks off!" Karen said, glowing with a projection of it all before her.
"We sure will!"
They did.
Richard showed up as soon as he saw George's car leave the driveway, and he was hot to trot!
"What's going on here?" he said walking in. They were both naked.
"You're going to get it now, if you want it," Ada said, stroking his leg through his jeans.
He wanted it!
"Drop those jeans, baby!" Karen suggested.
Richard dropped his pants and Ada started to tease him. She cupped his balls and then took his cock in her fist as though it was a handle and walked him to her bedroom.
"Let's see if boys can take it the way women can," Karen suggested.
"What do you mean?" Ada asked.
"I mean, we always take a beating and we have to just sit there and take it, and in fact, we like it sometimes. You have to admit that."
"So?"
"Let's see if boys can take it like girls can. Let's test it out on Richard!"
"Sounds good."
"What's all that whispering?"
"Don't worry about it," Ada said, quickly going over to Richard and stroking his cock, calming him down at once.
"That feels good," he moaned, settling down on the couch.
"I'm going to suck your cock for awhile, Richard, but then, if you want any more where that came from, you're going to have to put up with something."
"Anything!" he announced.
Karen giggled and went to get the leather mask that was in George's drawer. When she got back, Richard's cock was still sliding in and out of Ada's mouth.
"What the fuck is that?"
Richard was curious but didn't look too happy about the mask, as though he was asking but didn't want to know.
"You'll see. Ada, stop sucking on him. Now, Richard, if you want anything from us you better just do what we say, and if you do, we'll give you more than anything you can imagine. We'll be your slave girls. But you have to be our slave boy first. Agreed?" she asked.
Ada had moved far away from him. He longed for her little body, but when he reached for her he saw that he was going to get nothing until he agreed to Karen's suggestion. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, but he was sure as shooting that he wanted Ada's cunt, and Karen's also for that matter. "Whatever you say!"
"That's what we like to hear. Put this on." Karen handed him the mask and he just looked at it. That was not good enough. "Put that on, now!"
Ada was watching Karen, but she wanted to be active, and she saw her chance. She got up and shoved the mask over Richard's head, and then she zipped it up tight. They were going to see now if men could take it.
His cock had been hard, but putting the mask on him made him soft.
Karen bent down to his soft cock with a pin and pricked the shaft lightly.
"Ouch! What the hell?"
"Hold him down!" Karen roared.
Ada didn't know what she was doing, but she held" him as hard as she could, and Karen sat on his lap to see to it that he really couldn't move.
She took the pin and stuck it into his shaft, and this time her body was tossed off the couch and he stormed to his feet. He couldn't see a thing with the leather mask on, and he walked into a post, knocking himself dizzy.
Karen laughed and led him back to the couch.
"Sit down, and we'll stop now if you can't take it."
"That could really hurt me. You better stop it!"
Karen knew he was crying under the mask, but she didn't have any intentions of letting up. She didn't want to use the pin again because it began to make her want to throw up, but she was going to treat him the way George treated her.
"Alright now, we're going to spank you, and if you don't cry and carry on, we're going to switch spots, and you are going to be our master."
He was silent.
"Well, what do you say? Can you take it? If you want to be our master you have to deserve it. That's just the way it goes, Richard!"
"I'll try. What do you want me to do?"
Ada and Karen very quickly tied Richard down flat to the couch, his ass down, his cock in the air. Ada sucked on it until it was hard, and then Karen whipped it with a leather thong.
"Ouch! You're going to kill me!"
They could hear him through the mask. He was speaking with his teeth clinched, and it could be heard. Learn something everyday, Karen thought.
"We just want to be sure we don't take some sissy and make him our master. You have to be able to take it!"
She whipped him again, and the thong curled around his cock as it struck.
His whole body flinched in a spasm of pain, and he gasped and moaned in the mask.
"Take that mask off. I want to see how he's taking it!" Karen commanded.
Ada reached for the zipper and peeled the mask off. Richard was flushed and his eyes were wide with fright. "Shit! Can't you take it?" He looked surprised and in pain. He couldn't orient. He was so stunned he didn't know what was going on.
Ada took his swollen cock and soothed it by sucking on it. It got hard again in a second.
"So, you can take it after all, but you need some pleasure in the middle. Well, Ada, see if you can keep him interested with your tongue."
Karen enjoyed her role, keeping the whole show on the road, keeping it all working.
"That's fine, Ada. Enough pleasure. Now we have to see if he can pay for pleasure, if he's man enough!"
Ada obeyed her sister on impulse. She lifted her lips off Richard's cock and waited to see what Karen had in mind.
Karen had the thong hidden in her hand, and while his cock was still hard from Ada's tongue, she whipped him once, but it was a hard blow and it stung through his body, making him begin to whimper.
"Now turn over and we'll spank your ass, and then you are the master and we'll do anything, anything, you say. Is that alright with you?"
Richard was so stunned he just turned over and stuck his ass up.
"You take the left cheek. I got the other."
Karen began on his right cheek, spanking hard with her open palm. Ada took the left cheek of his ass, and they competed for who could hit him the hardest.
He began to moan and wiggle.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
Richard's head flooded with pain. He just didn't understand what was happening. He felt a steady pain, because when one wasn't slapping him the other was. His cock had shrunk from all that pain, and he wasn't really interested in fucking them at the moment. What he wanted to relieve was his anger at them, for the way the two of them were brutalizing him.
"Alright! That's enough," Karen said.
"Yeah, he's red as a beet."
"Now let's see if he can still fuck us. Let's see if he even wants to be our master anymore," Karen said.
CHAPTER SIX
Richard was still sore from all that abuse, but they seemed sincerely to be turning the game over to him, and he liked that just fine.
He was very pissed at them, and he wanted to show them what happened to people who fucked with him. He had never been a tough guy, but if that's what they needed, he was going to give them more than they bargained for.
Richard tied them up with the thongs, strapping both of them onto the couch, their asses pointing up. He sat back and looked at the two of them, their tight sweet asses waiting for his lash.
"You two are going to have to learn... "
"Shut up and teach us!" Karen shouted.
He took two thongs in his hand and cracked them in the air.
"Karen, you bitch, you're going to get it the hardest!"
Richard had wanted to fool around with Karen for a long time, and the sight of her naked and helpless really turned him on. He also was pissed at the bitch for being the leader of the assault on his penis.
"You're going to pay, bitch!"
The two thongs in his hand cracked over her ass, leaving purple marks that were sure to rise.
"You're going to pay! I can't be shit on by a bitch like you!"
He cracked the thongs over her ass again, and this time she flinched slightly, but she still didn't show him how much the lashing was hurting her. She was going to be proud, and let him try to crack her strength. She'd been handled by the strongest! She felt a sudden admiration for George.
The next time the whips landed, they curled around Karen's torso and struck her breasts also, and that was hard to sit still for, but she didn't show her pain.
He was getting furious. He expected her to be begging for mercy by now, and she was just barely showing any reaction. Her body was sweating, but she was rigid, holding herself together.
Something snapped inside him and he was really laying it down on her! The leather thongs were moving quickly in the air, and soon they were just a blur as he lifted his hand and whipped at the balls of her ass.
"Take that, bitch!"
She didn't know where her strength was coming from, but she remained rigid. Karen was grateful for the blonde hair that covered her face, because a tear was streaking down her cheek, but he couldn't see it.
"Take that, bitch! You proud cunt!"
He was really pissed now. He'd moaned and cried, and this blonde cunt wasn't even showing signs of pain. All of a sudden though, as the lash fell again, her control cracked, and her whole body started to dance with pain.
He brought the whip down on her thighs now, to really let her see what it was like, and he was delighted by the way her squirming body wiggled.
"Stop! Stop! Enough, Richard! Enough, Master!"
He felt his cock getting hard, even though it stung where she'd pinched it with the pin. Now she was going to get it, that cunt!
"Karen, now you just began to pay, you bitch!"
The whip cracked across her thighs, across her ass. He undid the thongs as she wept and sobbed, and turned her over on her ass. Her buttocks and legs stung from the touch of the couch.
"Now, take this!"
The thongs cracked across her flat stomach, and she looked down, amazed. "Hey, only in the back!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
He brought the thongs down, this time at the bottom of her breasts.
"You cunt! You're going to be calling me master from now on, cunt!"
She was hysterical, sobbing and moaning, and soon Richard could see that he was going too far. He stopped hitting her.
"I'm going to leave you tied up, you cunt, until you're ready to lick my ass for me. You just tell me when!"
Now for Ada. The sweet little phony, making him think she was going to treat him right and then letting Karen whip him like that.
"You, you cunt! I never thought I'd want to whip you! You're going to get it now!"
Ada had less control, and after the first hard cracks across her ass she started to moan and beg for him to stop, the tears and sweat mingling on her face.
"Bitch! I trusted you!"
Strangely, it was more exciting to whip Ada than Karen. Ada really showed him that he was having an effect on her. She really danced and wiggled for him, her hot body alive with the fire of his thongs.
"You're going to take it now, cunt!"
He whipped her ass until it was red, and then he moved down to mount her, sticking his cock between her legs, knowing he was going to slap her red ass as he stuck his cock in and out of her, and the idea turning him on.
His cock was still sore from all the abuse, but he was determined. He was going to take her in the pussy and ass. That would teach her. He started with her pussy. Man, was she tight, and it hurt to stick it in, but he did.
"You cunt! You're going to learn a lesson now!"
He started fucking away at her pussy from the rear, all the violence of his passion mounting as he rammed it down on her, as he slapped his body against her sore ass and delighted in her yelps of pain.
"Take that, cunt! From now on Fm the master, and when I tell you to suck cock, you do it. I've been treating you too gently, you cunt!"
Ada moaned for him to stop, and he didn't even register her pain, her cry. He wasn't ready to stop. He had just started. When he felt that he'd taught her a good lesson, he was going to stop.
Suddenly, her pussy felt good to him. The pain in his cock went away, and he could only feel the pleasure of her hot box. He filled with tenderness for her, but he didn't allow it to perpetuate.
"Move that body for me!"
He reached around and pinched her breasts hard, and she got the idea. When he said move, he meant just that.
Suddenly he stopped her hips from swinging, her ass from rotating, and he pulled it out of her cunt and jammed it hard and fast, right up her ass. Not a pause of mercy, but just a straight hard ass-fucking, that's what he was going to do to her.
Ada moaned as his body smacked against her freshly spanked ass.
"Richard! That hurts so much! Please, oh Richard. Stop doing that!"
He felt his orgasm mounting and he reached for her sweet little breasts. He was careful not to strike her breasts with the thongs because he wanted them smooth and clear. Now, he reached around for them and bunched them in his palms, squeezing them tightly, loving the tight balls.
His cock was going in and out of her so quickly she was beginning to tighten up too much, and he had to slap at her side and yell in her ear to remind her what he wanted from her.
"Keep it loose. You two made my cock sore. Don't hurt me or I'll beat the shit out of you, Ada!"
She cooperated with him. She never knew he could be so violent, and she was afraid of him now, afraid of what he might forget himself and do to her.
Soon his cock was pulsing in her ass, and he was fit to explode. He slapped at her legs and told her to rotate faster, and as she picked up speed his cock exploded inside her asshole, the hot come shooting into her in jets of heat.
"That's it bitch, ride me, you cunt!"
He squeezed her tits so hard she almost passed out, and then, in a second, he was done with her and he lifted himself off of her.
He stood above them both. They were still tied up, and his cock still hurt like hell. He showed them something though. He untied Ada first, and she dropped to the couch. Then Karen, and there was where he got his surprise.
Instead of just dropping to the couch, Karen gave him a fist to the mouth, knocking him cold.
When he woke up, he was tied up again, and she was standing above him with a broomstick.
"Your ass is going to get it now!"
Richard thought it was a joke, but she had a broomstick with six inches marked off, and there was butter all over the tip.
Ada held his ass apart while Karen stuck it inside him, and he thought it would kill him.
"It's no bigger than your cock, stupid. This is what it felt like when you slammed into my ass!" Karen announced, slamming into his with the broomstick.
He moaned and shivered in pain, the whole thing being too much for him. He passed out, and at that moment Karen lost her fury and her interest.
"I'll wake him up!"
She stood above him, legs spread, and suddenly a yellow stream of piss came down onto his unconscious head. Soon he was stirring, looking around to see what was happening to him.
When he realized he began to cry. He thought he had taught them a lesson. They were just too brutal to teach. He wondered who taught them how to be so brutal.
"Sweet little Richard never could take it, could he?" Karen said.
Ada looked sorry for him and Karen picked up on it and didn't like it one bit.
"You piss on him also."
"No!"
"Want me to put that broomstick back inside his little soft ass?"
Ada knew Karen wasn't fooling. She got above him, but she didn't piss on his head, thinking it would be kinder to piss on his chest.
He watched the yellow shower come down on him, knowing he couldn't move. He struggled against the thongs, but they were too tight and it was no use at all.
Karen laughed at the sight of him, scared and wounded looking. She'd taken a heavy beating, and even her breasts were sore from the few times the thongs struck her there, but she wasn't weeping and afraid.
Richard felt very strange and confused, because he realized only after the fact, that the broomstick in the ass had not only hurt him and made him angry, but also given him an erection. Not only that, but when they pissed on him, he didn't shut his eyes like you would do when something dreadful was happening. He watched them carefully, their bushy twats above his body, the yellow stream coming down.
He realized after the fact that beside the pain, there was a very definite fascination.
"We better clean this mess up," Karen said, pointing to Richard on the floor.
They untied him and when they saw that he wasn't mad anymore, they warmed up.
He confided that it had been painful but exciting. He couldn't say he was sorry now, that it happened. While it was happening he was sorry, but now, he knew it was one of the most intense things that ever happened to him, and he couldn't say he was sorry it did happen.
"That's good to hear. I was afraid you'd chicken out on us. Alright, you're one of the insiders now, Richard. We'll be your slave once in awhile, and you'll do the same for us. Agreed?" Karen asked.
"Agreed!"
They shook hands formally, and then that struck them as funny so the vibrations cleared and they were all laughing at the whole thing.
"That was good, Ada, wasn't it?" Karen asked.
"Yeah. Let's clean up this fucking mess!"
Richard left, because he was afraid of what might happen if George came home and happened to notice that his daughters had marks all over their bodies.
He found it hard to walk at first, but the thong stings weren't deep, and he knew that he'd be alright in a few minutes, as soon as he got the stiffness out of his skin.
"I'll be back for more," he said exiting.
They smiled. They knew he would.
When the sedan George owned pulled into the driveway he was not alone in it, and they strained to see the broad he was with.
"Looks just like mom!" Ada startled.
"Looks like you too, doesn't she?"
"Yeah!"
Joan was introduced to the girls and they all smiled warmly at each other, and it occurred to Joan that she looked just like his little stepdaughter.
"Well, we all look related.". "We'll soon be related by blood," George mentioned to Ada, who made the remark. "What do you mean?".
"I'm going to marry this bitch!" he said, reaching for Joan's blouse and pulling it open.
Joan was startled. She had no idea he was so open in front of his stepchildren.
"Really?"
"Only if you two like her!"
Joan was amazed. Neither of them reacted to the way her tits had suddenly jutted out, popping into sight.
"We have to initiate her though. I want some help for that."
He had asked Joan to marry him that morning, and she said yes. He was going to show her what she would be expected to do. He wasn't going to give up his harem. He was looking to expand it, and not to give it up.
"You see, we all share each other around here. Isn't that right, girls?"
They nodded.
And when one of them gets out of hand, I take care of them, but I want to make sure you can handle them, Joan. Start with Ada and show me what you'd do if she was naughty."
"What?"
"Start with Karen rather. She looks just like you, doesn't she?"
"Yes. What do you mean, start with her?"
Karen reacted to George's signal to stand up and come up to him. He told her to take her clothes off and do whatever Joan told him to do, and she nodded her head.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Show her what you would do if she was a bad little girl and didn't do what I asked her to."
"Like?"
"Spank her, Joan. Spank her hard."
He pushed Joan on the couch and Karen got down on her lap before she knew what was happening. Joan was amazed by the marks on her ass, and for that matter, George was also.
"What the fuck happened to your ass?"
"Richard spanked me!" she blurted.
"You little bitch! Joan, you better give it to her now, or I will, and she'll really be sorry if I do."
"I can't!"
"Please, Joan. Do it. If he does it I won't be able to sit down for two weeks."
Joan started spanking the tender ass, but her heart wasn't into it.
"Baby, if you want to join the family, you better learn what these two both want and need!"
Joan let her slaps get harder, and soon she was going to town. She felt herself getting excited as the young girl who locked just like her started to winch and wiggle on her lap.
"That's it! Give it to her hot and hard!"
Joan spanked her for five minutes and then George called it off.
"That's enough. Now Ada!"
Karen got up and Ada got down on Joan's lap.
Joan was amazed at how they obeyed him, like they wanted what they were getting.
Ada also had marks on her ass, and Joan was startled by the way the lash had cut lines across her, fresh lines.
"Spank her. She let some hood beat her, and she has to learn that nobody beats her unless I say it's alright. Let her have it!"
Joan realized that she really didn't understand what was going on, but she better cooperate with it. She started to spank Ada, and her passion for spanking came as news to her as she began to glow again with the girl squirming on her lap.
"Hit her! Let her have it!" Joan was really cracking down now, really letting her have it full blast.
"You bitch. That's not hard enough. Do you want me to do it?"
"No, I'll take care of it!" Joan spanked the hell out of Ada, really letting her hand slap hard on the girl's buttocks, and after a few moments Ada became horny and started to squirm with pleasure and pain.
"Give it to the little bitch. She'll love you for it. Let her ass feel it!"
George waited until he thought Ada had had enough, and then he grabbed Joan's arm.
"That's it. Now, I want you to go up to my bedroom. It's going to be your bedroom also, so you might as well get used to it. Ada, show her where I sleep!"
Ada got up, holding her buttocks, smiling at Joan. "Sure!"
Karen wanted to come up and watch it, and George thought it would be a good idea.
"I'm going to show Joan what it is to be married to a master, and I want you and Ada to watch. It'll make her feel thrown-off, and that's what I want.!!"
Karen was grateful for a chance to get in on some mischief with her master George, and she went up with them and told Ada to sit down and just watch.
George was aflame with passion. Seeing Joan beating Karen was just too much. They looked so much alike, and both blonde and beautiful.
Joan was standing there, and she wasn't ready for George's startling assault. He threw her down on the bed and ripped the rest of her clothes off.
"Now, bitch. We're going to see how you can take it. Get me the mask, Ada!"
Ada jumped to her feet and came up with the mask in a moment. "Put it on her!"
Karen assisted, and in a moment they were zipping it up in the rear.
Joan was shaken, and didn't know what was going on.
"Now, put her across my lap!"
Karen and Ada moved her, her big breasts suspending over George's leg as she was stretched across his lap.
"I love that sweet ass, Joan!"
Before spanking her, he reached his neck down and bit deeply into the soft tissue of her buttocks, until she moaned and begged him to stop.
"Look at the marks from his teeth!" Ada astounded.
"Shhhhhushhhhh!" Karen reminded her.
George started to spank his wife to be, giving it to her with all his might.
"You sweet bitch. Makes me horny to have you wiggle under me, hot meat!"
"Ohhh, that hurts!"
Ada giggled, watching the woman's big breasts jiggle to the tempo of her body's dancing under George's stiff open palm.
"How does that feel baby?"
"Ouch! OUCH!"
"Hold still or it'll be worse."
Karen handed George the thongs!"
"Great idea. Take that mask off her so she can see what's coming at her, then I want you two to just sit still and be quiet. I don't want to hear a word out of either of you."
They got the mask off her, and as soon as Joan saw the whip she freaked. She reasoned at once that George must have put those lash marks on his daughter's asses, even though that wasn't really the case at all.
"Now, bitch, we're going to see if you can live with me."
"I can take it!" Joan said, through her long blonde hair, now all over her face.
"Turn around and lie flat on the bed. No, wait. I know what I want to do with you!"
He handled her roughly, tying her with the thongs so that the door frame served as a bracer. He tied her arms to the top of the bracer, and her "feet to the bottom, spreading her legs wide in the process.
"That's it. I like those big tits bouncing around for me, bitch!"
Her body .looked beautiful. Smooth and pale, her high ass and big tits jiggling with activity.
The thongs that hadn't been used to tie her up were turned together to form a handle at one end, and the loose leather at the other end were going to serve as a whip.
"You ready, my bride?"
His voice was mocking, but she sensed his seriousness. If she wanted the security of having him provide for her, she would have to take it, and she wanted the chance to give it anyway, so it all could work out.
Joan was stunned at how she herself enjoyed whipping the two girls. Why, she wondered?
The lash struck, and her body began to dance, but like Karen she was a proud bitch, and she wasn't about to cry.
"Hard enough for you, bitch!" He brought the whip down on her ass again, welts rising quickly from each stroke. "Ouch!"
"That's what I want to hear."
"She can really take it!" Ada said.
"He'll crack her," Karen said.
George was amazed at how long Joan was taking it without really getting hysterical. She was whimpering a little, but she was a long way from begging him to stop.
He'd fix that!
"Bitch, I'm going to teach you what happens if one of my girls gets out of hand.
You're going to be one of my girls soon and you better know!"
The whip stung across her generous ass and he watched the muscles tighten as she wiggled.
Her hair was into her face, tangled and matted, and he stopped whipping her long enough to tie her hair back, and notice a few tears. She wouldn't beg though. He liked that. IT turned him on. It made him want to break her, but at the same time, it assured him that she was worth the effort.
The whip cracked again, and she seemed to have herself under control. Perhaps too under control.
George got in front of her. He didn't want to mark up her lovely breasts. He knew that the lash left marks that took weeks to go away, and he wanted those snowy tits left snowy and smooth.
He let the lash crack across her belly, and at that point she started to weep.
"Beg me to stop?"
She was silent. The whip cracked on her legs.
"Beg me?"
The tops of her legs received another lashing, and still she wouldn't beg. She was sobbing and half hysterical, but she wouldn't beg him.
George put down the whip and told Ada and Karen to untie Joan. They placed her on the bed.
"Girls, this is your new mother, and as you just saw, she is worthy of her master."
The girls comforted her, and Ada even went to fetch a bottle of booze from the bar downstairs, sensing that the woman probably needed a drink.
That night they had supper at the table as a family.
"So it's settled, Joan. You move in tomorrow. I'll have your apartment cleared out, and you can move the stuff in wherever you want. The house belongs to you too now."
The girls seemed delighted. They looked up to the pretty blonde bitch who looked like their mother, but could take the pain of the lash without losing her head.
"Yes, I'm going to like it here. I'm going to like it," she repeated.
As soon as the meal was over, George told Ada and Karen to straighten up around the kitchen and go out and have some fun.
"Don't let anybody see those marks, and you can tell Richard for me that I want to speak to him about this. I want him to know he can't treat you two like you belong to him!"
"Baby, how would you like some hot juice to settle your stomach?"
She smiled. She knew what he meant, and she took his big cock out and licked at it, getting down on the floor and putting her head in his crotch.
He smoothed the blonde hair out of her face and watched as she sucked him off.
"Woman, I'm going -to start enjoying life more, and it's all because of you. Anything you want baby, and it's yours. You want to stop working, it's cool!"
She let the cock pop out of her mouth.
"I want to keep working. I want to be with you all day long, not just at night, master!"
George loved that word, loved the sound of it. He grabbed the nape of her neck and guided her beautiful lips down in him again.
"Suck it up. I want to come in that sweet mouth right now!"
Her tongue was wicked and skillful, and he was shooting in her mouth in a moment, his hands reaching down for the snowy sweet globes of her breasts.
"Suck it up. Drink it down!"
He watched her swallow it!"
"Bitch, you must be from heaven!"
She smiled, resting her head in his lap.
CHAPTER SEVEN
George was well aware of what he was doing, and it all fitted into his scheme of surrounding himself with lovely bitches to serve him. Joan was a welcome addition, because unlike Ada and Karen, she was developed and womanly, and George needed that every now and again.
Karen moved her belongings in, and they were set up. They never bothered with a formal wedding or anything like that, but just announced that they were man and wife. All so casual and direct.
"I like it around here, George," Joan said, walking up to where he was sitting on his big leather chair in the living room.
"I'm glad, baby. You keep things from getting dull. I was beginning to feel like a grade school teacher!"
He watched her drop to her knees before him. This woman was really getting to be something, he thought to himself. What was most interesting was that her servile attitude only applied to him. Most men, she continued to treat as though she were superior and aloof.
George liked that. It amplified the kick of having her be docile when it came to him.
"Want my lollipop?" he said, taking his cock out of his pants. It wasn't a question exactly. That is, he was commanding the bitch, and she knew very well that she was to suck him off and pronto.
"George, I love that big hard cock!"
Her fingers were on it, tracing the thick shaft and finally squeezing the tip in her fist. Warm and inviting.
"Lick it, baby. I want to see that tongue on my tip. Pull your hair back so I can watch!!"
Joan didn't say a word. She took her blonde hair and pulled it behind her, and her little chin responded to his guiding hand as he lined her lips up with his cock.
"Baby, lick it for me. Lick my asshole too!"
George sat up so that she could lap at his crotch and asshole without any problems, and was delighted when her tongue proved to be exploring.
Joan closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on giving pleasure to the man she chose to serve. It had been a hard choice, and she hadn't served anything but her own desires in so long she had a rough time orienting herself, but she made the commitment, and once it was made it got easier and easier to give him exactly what he needed whenever he needed it.
"Woman, that feels good!" His big hands came down and cupped her full breasts, lifting them up.
"Whip my cock with that sweet tongue, bitch! I want to feel you flutter on me!"
She did exactly what he told her to do. She felt his hand come to her neck, and she was guided so that his cock slid deeper into her mouth. His cock was so big it was hard to take the whole shaft in at first, but now she was cooking, and that big wonderful dick was sliding in and out of her lips as she fluttered her tongue over it.
"Bitch, that is what I like, I'm going to shoot some gravy into your mouth!"
He cupped her chin and held her face so that he could watch the contortions caused by his big cock. "Sweet bitch! Whip it!"
She opened his eyes and stared back at him. He seemed to like that. He especially liked to come in her mouth while she was looking at him. She wondered what the kick was, but if he wanted it, that was enough for her. "George, I have to take a rest!" The cock popped out of her mouth. Her jaw was aching, and she held it with her hand to show him he was really giving it to her. "George, your cock is big, lover!" He laughed and stroked the blonde hair out of her eyes. Her face was sweating. He could only see the tops of her breasts because she was wearing a dress, and he told her to take it off while she was resting.
A moment later she was standing there nude. Her nipples were the most inviting feature, and he squeezed the two buttons and told her how beautiful they were. He used them to make the entire orb of her breasts dance, and she laughed.
"You have big sweet tits, Joan. I need big tits and a warm mouth in a woman. Put your tongue on it again!"
"First let me warm it up with my breasts, George!" she implored.
He" smiled. He didn't know if she was stalling to give her jaw a break, or if she felt a real urge to put his cock between her breasts. It didn't matter.
'That feels great, bitch!"
She had scooped up her breasts and closed in on his cock, catching his big machine in her cleavage.
"Bitch, I want you to dance for me now, really dance!"
She started to do a slow shimmy, her breasts bouncing, his cock sliding in and out of her milky cleavage as his fingers pinched the taut nipples and she herself cupped her tits tight to his cock.
"Joan, that feels so good, baby!" He was so glad she was there. He imagined himself fucking Ada or Karen between the tits. Of course he had tried with both of them, but neither had the fullness to pull it off the way Joan could with her big tits.
"Come between my tits, George. I want to see your hot come all over me. Start to come and I'll put it in my mouth!"
George felt the steam rising anyway as she continued to squeezed his cock with her tits, and soon enough he was over the line, his cock shooting sparks of wet come all over her cleavage. He watched as she grabbed his shooting cock and brought it up to her lips where she began to lick it as it continued to shoot. Her tongue and lips were covered with come, and he was still shooting.
"That's it, bitch! Lap up that sauce!" She continued to lick and suck until he was finished shooting, and as soon as he was, she slowly licked the hot cream off of his cock, her big tongue making quite a show of it.
"That's the way I like it, bitch! Joan, you are a sweet cunt. You can suck me off anytime."
He was aware that he hadn't done a thing for her, for her pussy, but that was part of being a slave. She had to wait for what he gave her.
Well, he did have a gift for her. and he asked her to wait on the couch so that he could go and get it. It was a vibrating dildo, and it was about the same size as his cock.
When she saw it she laughed.
"What do you need that for, George? I don't need it. I have my own vibrating dildo hooked to you!"
"This will keep you juicy for hours, bitch. Spread you straight to heaven. Now open your legs and let me show you how it's done!"
She had to cooperate. When her man told her to open her legs it was more than a casual command. That was her purpose, her function. To open her legs and keep them open whenever he told her to. That was her job.
George ran the length of the dildo over her clitoris and pussy, and she got wet in a second. She was hot and ready for it five minutes later, panting and moaning, her eyes rolling back in her head as she relaxed on the couch.
"I love to watch your face when you suck cock, Joan. Those sweet lips really tighten nice around the right meat!"
"Hmmmmmm."
He let the cock slide into her and turned on the juice. The vibrating tip drove her mad at once, and she started to clutch at George.
"Oh, that feels good. That is different!"
"I knew a bitch like you would appreciate a little novelty, sweet cunt!"
"Ohhhh!"
She was clearly digging every moment of it, clearly having a grand time.
George was detached, but he appreciated that. He could watch the blonde bitch have a sexual fit without being so involved he couldn't concentrate on watching.
He watched the sweat form on her pale skin, the flaring of her nostrils, the way her body danced as she humped at the dildo. He was holding it steady, and her great womanly hips were beating down on it in a swift gyrating motion that was causing her breasts to sway and bounce.
"You hot cunt! Dance for me! Show me some passion!"
She was encouraged by his words. She loved to put on a display anyway, and as long as he invited her to, she really let herself go.
"George! I'm going to come quickly like this!"
Suddenly George stopped. He had the vibrator deep in her pussy, and he turned her over so that he could get his cock in her ass at the same time.
Might as well take advantage of her being all hot like this, he thought.
She received the cock without effort, her ass being relaxed and moist. The combination of having a vibrating cock in her pussy and a real cock in her asshole was a little hard to contain, and an orgasm exploded like thunder, shaking her whole body with delight and passion.
His driving cock hurt her ass a little, but the pleasure was so well-balanced by the slight pain that she didn't mind at all. His hands cupped her breasts from the rear, coming around her, lifting them up and holding them softly so that they could dance freely, her big nipples graving his fingers as they bounced.
"Bitch, I'm going to shoot your asshole full of hot come!"
At that moment she came. A low moan escaped her throat, and her body started to jerk and fling itself about in spasms of passion and delight.
"Two cocks! Two cocks in me!" she gasped, nearly hysterical with passion.
"You bitch, you can't get enough cock, can you? Honey, I knew you were one hot bitch the first time I saw you. Joy to it, bitch!"
He began to stroke the vibrator in and out of her pussy with his hand as he fucked her ass with his cock, and her orgasm caused her to tighten the sweet canal of her ass around his cock.
"I'm going to fill that oven of yours, Joan. I can't hold it in if you're going to tighten your ass like that, bitch!"
"Shoot! I want that come in my ass. I want to feel that twitching cock shoot inside me!"
He laughed at the way she was nearly hysterical, but his passion was making him duplicate her excited state, and quickly. He was driving it into her asshole so quickly she gasped and tightened, trying to make him come.
"Joan, keep that ass high and tight. I love to fuck a proud bitch in the ass!"
She gasped again as he drove in harder, but then she felt his hot come on her and she knew he was exploding. The vibrator was still at work in her twat, still glowing and making her glow.
"That feels great, bitch! I love when you get all sweaty and put on a show for me!"
"That wasn't acting. That was a real show!" she defended.
"Exactly!"
She smiled at him as he removed the hot dildo from her pussy. He felt it. It had heated up considerably, and George wondered if that was due to the vibrating motor, or due to her hot oven.
"Baby, you can take it. I really need that too. A bitch who can sit still for a man's cock is hard to find!"
She smiled at him.
"I should prepare dinner, you know? I mean, Karen and Ada will be home from school soon."
"Yeah. Go do it. We shouldn't play hooky from the office like this, but I just didn't want to move this morning, and I wanted my piece of ass right beside me."
It was true. They'd both called in sick. Not much credibility in that, but what the hell. They'd spent the morning sleeping and the afternoon fucking, and now it was time to make and adjustment for the children.
He let her get up, and she stumbled to the shower.
"Would you just light the oven. I'll be out of the shower in five minutes."
He would have liked to take a shower with her, but he went to the kitchen and lit the oven first, placing the roast in for her. It was all cooked and just had to be heated. Then, he went to the shower, but she was already on her way out.
He grabbed her breasts and sucked on the taut nipples, and she stood there for a moment, but then she told him that the roast would be ruined, and he let her run.
He stepped in the shower, and his head was flooding with ideas. Having three twats around made room for many combinations he hadn't even dreamed of before, and they seemed natural enough to act on now, now that the situation called for it!
George couldn't help smile at how lucky he was. He felt like a kid again. It amazed him that his cock was standing still for it all. He was no kid anymore, but he was sure a sexy man.
Even as he stood there soaping up his great cock, she was out preparing dinner for them, for the two young girls he'd inherited. The team of them would be waiting for him, all of them hungry for his attention. He knew they all were, as much as Ada complained some of the time, he knew she was hurt worse if he didn't bother with her, than she was if he spanked her ass and finger-fucked her. She, like Karen, had a specific lust for him, and he'd somehow tapped into it. He didn't know how. He couldn't figure out how he'd set this whole number up.
Looking back, he kept reflecting on the frustrations of the previous year. Not wanting to betray his lust for his stepdaughters, treating Joan as a lady and not as the hot bitch she longed to be.
He'd been a real jerk-off, he reflected, being able to think about it now without wanting to bang himself on the head for being so slow.
Fact is, he thought it was amusing, that he'd sat on all that pussy for so long without using it, just taking it! Well, you have to admit it might not have worked like it did, and then it would have been a complicated mess, and probably would have gotten him deeper and deeper into his isolated depressions, his inner-world of accelerated chaos.
He was glad it worked out. He didn't know how in the fucking hell it did, but he was thankful.
Walking downstairs, George was struck by the presence of Richard, who was sitting at the table between Ada and Karen. Joan signalled with her eyes, indicating that she knew he might not be pleased by the addition to their little family gathering.
George wasn't pleased, and when he got really pissed in a social situation, his first response was to get so cordial his victim would pick up slowly on the underlining hostility. Icy, could be the word to describe the technique. Icy and threatening.
There was something about Richard that caused George to be otherwise. He decided to be friendly. Not polite and stuffy, but agreeable.
"Have a beer, Richard? We won't tell your mother!" George said.
He watched the kid, delighted, taking the beer. Two purposes had been served. He'd informed Richard that he was still a kid, and he'd pleased him by offering him a beer even though he was too young to drink.
Richard didn't think of George as a clever manipulator, but rather, as a brute who was bullying around a bunch of girls, but the boy did have to admit that they weren't exactly ordinary girls, and that they seemed to need his brutality. He didn't always have this ability for clarity, Richard. But George's lifestyle had assaulted his logic with such ferocity that he had to draw a stable moment into his mind and interpret George through it. George wasn't good or bad in the normal sense. The normal sense was something other people worried about, period! The young boy was quick to jump on the conclusion. Watching a man lead three juicy twats around, having them respond to every command, is a little hard not to be affected by, and George was becoming a source of admiration for Richard.
"How do you do it?" the boy finally said, beaming at George, really vulnerable in the way he opened himself up.
George could have told him that he'd never know. That you either have it or you don't. George was cool. George told him the truth. "I don't know myself, kid. It's like a lot of puzzles."
George indicated around him at the girls.
"I didn't fit the puzzle together, kid. I can't explain it. It's the most startling thing that ever happened by itself around me."
"You don't believe that, do you?" Joan said.
Who was he fooling? She'd been flirting with him for a long time. Perhaps little Karen and Ada were also?
"You see, Richard? Everyone would tell this story different. Nobody knows what happened, and I don't either, and that's about all you'll learn from anyone."
Richard looked very confused for a moment, but then he began to shake with laughter, and the tense mood evaporated without another thought.
The girls were clearly relieved to see Richard so cheerfully relieved. They had had their doubts about how it was going to go, and both knew it was a risk.
It was Ada's idea. She loved fooling around with Richard's pecker, and playing games with his head, and Karen had gone along for the ride, never being one to say no to cock.
They chose that day to do it because they knew that George and Joan had wallowed the day away in bed, and he was probably in an agreeable mood.
Richard felt welcome and involved, joining in the conversation, having a hard time making contact with Joan, as her eyes ravished him. That cleared up after awhile, and Richard found himself really comfortable.
George sat in his room in the dark, while drinking a beer. In the next room they were having a party, drinking beer and having desert, but something had made him get up and leave. He had an idea, an idea that he wanted to try. It scared him, but that was treated as though it was just another exciting factor on the plus side.
He knew that it had been a run of luck, and that his better judgment wasn't what got him where he was in the household. It could have gone in a lot of different directions.
Well, if he could only make them see that it took total confidence for a man to be a slave, he could allow himself to be tied up and toyed with, and he would do it! He would tell them now, that he wanted to have a little party. Not tonight! He'd been having sex all day. It would have to be the next night, and it would have to be understood by all that the rules were going to change a little.
"Richard, I want you to think about this," he said, rejoining the others.
They all shut up and hung on for his next words.
"Tomorrow night we're going to have, a party. You and I are going to serve the girls. We're not going to serve them roast, Richard. We're going to serve them US! We're going to be their slaves for the evening. Can you drink to that?"
George held up his bottle of beer and pointed it at Richard, an inflexible and severe stare painted on it.
Richard had a pang of what the squares call common sense, and almost told himself that he should bolt for the fucking door, but the face held him like a hypnotic spell, and he found his little arm lifting a beer to his lips as he joined in the strange toast. It seemed like a bond, a commitment, when the glass touched his lips.
Yes, it was. He could see by the general tone that it was a bond. George was entertaining the girls by telling them that he had complete confidence in them, and that was why he was turning it around for a night. He was going to serve them.
"And you can do what you want. You've wanted to piss on my face for a week now, Joan," he said, lovingly.
Joan smiled. He had been pissing her off, and she'd wondered if he'd known. Perhaps he didn't. Either way, she smiled, amused.
"Richard. We'll be here right after work. Six o'clock! Does that meet your approval?"
Richard nodded an affirmative head, wondering what the hell he was doing, wondering why.
Ada put her hand under the table and rubbed the bulge of Richard's cock, and he turned to smile at her beautiful face. Yes of course! He remembered why, as she cupped his thickening tube, the warmth of her palm burning into his throbbing young cock.
"It's always hungry," he whispered to her, as he sipped on a beer Ada let her hand rest on the boy's cock. She knew he was afraid of George, and even of her, but she wanted him to be there with his lovely cock.
She also enjoyed the strange power she had over him. Karen had it also, but she didn't mind sharing. Richard saw them as so alien, he was studying them, and Ada took this interest to be strictly complimentary.
She felt his cock bulging in her hand, and she couldn't resist taking it out and stroking it, even as his face turned purple at the table.
Ada wasn't afraid. If her scheme was discovered, George would fake a fit and take her upstairs for a spanking. That would be nice, and then tomorrow night she'd give him a special stroke of the lash.
"Stop!" Richard whispered to Ada. She looked at him. He was having a shit-fit trying to conceal his pleasure, trying to look silent but sociable, and at least present.
Karen knew just what was going on. She knew that little brunette bitch like the back of her hand, and she could tell as soon as the color flooded Richard's face, that some action was going down under the table.
Sure as hell. She felt with her hand, and Richard's cock was out, and he was having her give him a hand-job. Or was she just doing it, to manipulate him? Karen decided to stay out of it, and she even made an attempt to cover for Richard, taking hold of the conversation and occupying George's attention while Ada squeezed Richard's cock right under the table.
George didn't pay any attention, although he had a good idea what was going on, Ada being so transparent when she was up to mischief. Her face always gave her away. Well, he was amused by it.
Richard was gasping silently, looking not only at Ada, but also at Joan, her breasts bulging through her dress. Those big tits were twice what Karen or Ada could smother his cock with! He found himself scanning from Ada to Karen to Joan and back to Ada, where he finally just had to let it shoot.
A glob of come shot up and hit the table before Ada got her palm around his cock and controlled the eruption. She smiled to herself as his bulging cock pulsed hot cream into her hand.
He moaned silently as the bolts of come shot out, squirming slightly in his seat and concentrating his gaze on the lovely little brunette, her eyes wide open and looking at him tenderly.
She brought her hand up onto the table to show him what he'd done, and he had a fit.
"Put that away!"
Ada laughed, acting natural again. George wouldn't give a shit.
"Nobody can see it," she whispered.
She wiped it off on a napkin and went on with her desert.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Work slid by. They didn't even pay any attention to the usual calamities that came up, and George and Joan made it through the day without truly being there. They were projecting into the evening.
Joan was going to show him she could give it was well as take it. She was going to give him a taste of his own treatment. It wasn't always easy to live with George. His brutality sometimes came out in the heat of his passion and he went too far. Well, he was going to taste it, right back in his face. She hoped to teach him a lesson.
And also at the same time, she was going to totally indulge her need to dominate a man. And a boy! Richard was a cute kid, and he was going to stand still for some heavy shit, if she had her way. She knew she would.
George was a little withdrawn. He didn't have the capacity to decide for once, whether he'd bit off more than he cared to chew with this number. He was committed, and he knew he wouldn't be able to back down.
It was just too much. He was supposed to be the strong one, the one who led them. He would have to stick to his word. But why had he done that? He wanted it. That was the simple answer, and the one that came to him first. He wanted to make a gift of himself, and he wanted them to know he wasn't having them do things that were too tough for him. He was a man. Aces, all the way!
Yeah; he was in deep. Well, he hoped they would concentrate on Richard, and save the blow-jobs for him. He knew they were all normally afraid of him, and perhaps that would make them go easier on him. But, perhaps the reverse was true. Certainly possible! The girls were in heaven. Ada and Karen both stayed home from school to prepare, and they made a great fuss over pampering each other, and flaming each other's fires.
"I'm going to whip George's ass the way he whips mine," Karen said, stroking a brush through Ada's hair.
"Do that. He deserves every stroke of that belt."
They were also thinking of Richard, of course. After what they'd done to him last time they didn't think they'd really have another shot at him for a long time.
"Just goes to show you what a pair of beautiful, experienced girls can do," Ada said.
Karen smiled. That is just what they were. Yes, they were that and more.
"You know, Ada. When we get older and our breasts begin to get really big, like Joan's, we're going to be a sensation. We're going to be a hell of a fucking team!"
"You bet! We'll be able to take a man and command his soul, and we'll do it, too!"
They laughed at the delightful power that rested in the situations they were in, just for being beautiful. What a joke!
Well, the joke was on life, not on them, or so they thought at the time, being young and lustful, full of the juices of passion.
It was going to be one stormy night, and that was for sure. It brought on such thundering anticipation, that Ada found herself massaging Karen with just a little too much passion to ignore, and Karen opened her legs wide and started to pull on Ada's hair, hoping the brunette would put her mouth to her pussy lips.
Ada found herself being led down on Karen's twat, and she didn't mind one bit. Ada liked that young blonde twat, liked to lick at it, and make her sister shiver with pleasure. It made her feel powerful to be able to throw Karen into a fit with just one swipe of the tongue.
Karen began to hump down onto, the lips and tongue that were driving her so wild, holding onto Ada's head, pushing her tight!
"Suck it, you sweet little bitch. All the men know you're a hot piece of ass, so show your sister what you can do!"
Ada decided to put on a performance. The blonde wanted to know what she could do! She slid her index finger into Karen's tight asshole as she lapped at her twat, and Karen shivered and shook with sexual pleasure, almost delirious.
"Ada, suck on me, you cunt!"
Ada kept her tongue whipping up, taking the balls of Karen's buttocks in her hand and lifting her sister up, so that her tongue could make direct contact.
Karen's little button of a clitoris was protruding just enough for Ada to whip, and Karen's orgasm crept up and chilled her bones as she watched her sister suck her off.
Karen felt Ada's fingers on her taut nipples, pulling them until they got really hard, as she pushed her legs together around Ada.
"Ohhhhh, that feels so nice!"
"Hmmmmm!"
Karen finished coming, and her sweating body rested. She was panting, her small but shapely tits, pointing up and rising and falling sweetly as she gasped for breath.
Ada had a face full of pussy juice but she was smiling through it.
"How'd you like that, Sis?"
"Shit. You know that was good."
"You better know it too, because I want some of the same, bitch!" Ada said, her contrast startling.
Karen smiled. She knew the game. She watched Ada's hand reach for her blonde hair.
"Suck on me for awhile, Karen. Make my twat tingle the way George does. You know how to do it."
Karen felt Ada's passion as it more than matched her own. Ada closed her legs around the blonde's head, grasping her in place, her lips over the hungry cunt.
"Your tongue now, Karen. Lick that clicker for me!" Ada moaned, pushing the blonde down.
Karen wanted to show her sister that she was just as accomplished in oral matters as Ada, and so she let her tongue slide back to the girl's anus, licking as though her tongue was a paintbrush, lapping up the sweetness that glowed in the warm delta.
Karen liked Ada's brown bush, her sharply turned ass, liked to lick at her perfect form anyway. It was all the more exciting because tonight was coming up, just hours away. Oh, they would have a party with Richard's pecker! They would be free to do whatever they wanted, and they wanted. They wanted and wanted.
Ada held Karen's hair back, and then she moved the blonde's lips just away from her pussy, so that she could watch Karen's pointy little tongue whipping on the clitoris.
"Ohhhhh!"
Ada started to dance with joy, and soon her little breasts were shaking, and her limbs were tossing. Her orgasm made her delta tingle with electricity, and soon her whole body was on fire from the sweet spreading of sensation.
"Ohhhhhhh, that's super, Karen."
After she came they started to pamper each other, but this time there was reason to hurry, so they took showers, scrubbing each other and making each other up.
"What are we going to do to George?" Ada asked, putting some coloring on Karen's nipples.
"Oh, whatever we want. I guess we'll play it by ear, but I know I'm going to take that dildo we found and fuck him in the ass with it," Karen said, amused by the thought.
"Yeah! Of course we'll do that. I'm going to spank him first. I want his ass on my lap. Wow, am I going to spank him. I want first crack at that ass!"
"Sounds like fun. I want first crack at Richard's ass. And his prick."
They started dividing up the goodies, and then they realized that Joan would have to get her piece, and anyway, they shouldn't plan it out. They should play it by ear completely and see what happens.
"We can't lose, Ada. It's got to be a goof. The only thing I'm worried about is Richard not showing up."
Karen frowned. She hadn't thought of that. Actually, Ada hadn't either. That action at the table last night, jerking him off right on the spot, had convinced her that he was going to do whatever she would suggest.
"Well, we'll get to see soon enough."
"Six o'clock!"
"Yeah!"
George and Joan got home from the office early, having left early, and they started to prepare the basement for the party that was to come. They seemed to be conspiring in some way, but it was just an extension of the way they operated together during the day, and soon everyone was in their proper roles.
Ada was helping Karen set the table at six o'clock on the nose, when the bell rang. Ada smiled a sexy smile at Karen.
"He's trained. I'll get it!"
Ada ran to the door and as soon as she saw Richard standing there she politely unzipped his pants, removed his cock, stroked it hard, and led him in by grabbing it in her fist and walking.
"Here's the meat, fresh from the butcher shop!" Ada announced, holding his cock.
Joan walked in and saw, laughing in response.
"What is this? Already? Put it away for the time being, Ada. You can do whatever you like to him later, and so can I," she added, causing him to throb in Ada's hand.
Joan really excited him. She really set something off in the young boy, and he hoped she would concentrate on him during the party. She knew how cruel it could get, and he just hoped he didn't have to sit still for too much.
Somehow, Richard was compelled to come, even knowing how rough it could get. It was that little bitch, Ada of course. She and Karen. They could make a boy do anything. It was impossible to try and be reasonable around them. They were too beautiful, too hot! Ada sucked cock so sweetly, and she drank his come down. They were sexy and they weren't squeamish at all. If anything, they made him feel squeamish.
Joan started serving, and the food was excellent. She had whipped up a splendid meal, and bought a lot of wine. Tonight they were going to let the children drink, or do whatever they wanted. It was a special night.
"I'm stepping down right now," George said at the table, being very formal.
"From now on, Joan is my master. This will be in effect until midnight!"
Joan looked at her watch. It was just six-thirty. She looked up, smiling.
"Well, let's sit down and finish our meal, George. There's plenty of time."
He admired her cool. The kids were ready to spring on him, he sensed. But Joan, she was cool. She was going to take it at her own leisure. He developed a sudden appreciation of her that went beyond what he'd felt before for her. She was complex and strange, and nothing she did was inevitable.
Joan poured the coffee, and Richard gave away his inner state of mind when he began to tremble with the cup in his hand. It was getting rough for him to just sit there. He had that uncomfortable pre-hurricane feeling, just from the people sitting around him, just from the moods and vibrations that were swimming around out there almost as though they were ready to pounce on him.
Of course they were. Why was he there? He wondered.
"What's on your mind, Richard?" He turned in a daze. It was Joan, and she was giving him an amused stare. "Nothing."
She drew close and insisted he tell her. She told him to stand up and he did.
"Don't you know that you and George are our slaves? Now take that cock out for me, Richard!"
Richard unzipped his pants and his cock popped into the air. Joan was direct. She cupped it in her palm, watching his face light up with sexual warmth as his cock got big.
"Oh, Richard, you are going to like being my slave, aren't you?"
"Yes," he recited.
He was frozen, although his cock was responding nicely.
"Well, why don't we all go downstairs, but why don't I go down there with Richard first and see if I can get his mind on his role tonight? Just give me ten minutes, girls," Joan said to Karen and Ada.
They shook their heads affirmatively. They didn't know what she was doing, but there was enough to go around, and more than enough time. Besides, they could warm up on George.
Joan took the boy down into the basement and he was amazed to see that it was really set up for a party. There were three mattresses, and bottles of wine, ice, glasses, soft music! It was going to be a good night, he told himself, hoping he wasn't fooling.
Joan opened a box she'd had George take out of the trunk of his car, and extracted a pair of handcuffs, like those used by police men in their never ending attempt to live out their fetishes.
"Put this on, sweet cock!" Richard looked at them. They were heavy in his hand, and he didn't like the implications of being locked up.
"Behind your back, silly!" She was impatient with his attempt to get them together, and she quickly stepped in for him and began to work the apparatus herself, knowing exactly what she was doing. "Now, Richard. How does that feel?"
"I feel like a fugitive!"
She looked at him, and she was delighted by his helplessness. He seemed totally thrown off by the cuffs, by having his hands tied.
"What now?" he asked.
"Why, now I suck your cock for you, of course," she cooed softly, stroking on it so that it would get hard again.
"That's the way I like to see it, hot cock!"
She purred and rubbed his cock along her face, bending down to him, taking his throbbing cock and letting it grow in her mouth as she whipped it with her tongue. She wanted him confused, and she knew alternating pain and pleasure was the easiest method. She'd learned that from her master.
As he was getting dreamy about the fact that she was sucking his cock, she suddenly stopped, which was torture in and of itself, but her next move was a bit hard to take.
She took a ring out of her box of toys, and went for his cock with it. It was just the right size to fit over him, but his cock was a little hard.
"Richard, I'm going to whip you blue!"
His cock started to shrink, and as soon as it was possible to get the cock ring onto his base, she admitted that she had no intentions of whipping him blue.
"I just wanted to make your cock soft for a second. Now, you're going to keep that erection until I want you to get rid of it, you sweet little stud."
She made him walk a few feet, and he looked good to her, his hands behind his back, his cock leading him around. She had one last touch for him. The mask.
It was difficult to sneak up on him, but she knew he wouldn't take it lightly. It was scary looking. Before he knew what hit him he was in the dark, the smell of leather dominating his senses. This mask was different. It had slits for eyes as well as slits for air. He wasn't cut off completely, but he was limited. He could only see things that were directly in front of him. It gave her another advantage over him. He was thrown off completely.
"You can come down now," she called to the girls, who were still upstairs with George.
Ada squealed with delight when she saw Richard tied up and waiting for her.
"Wow, let me at him!"
"What's this? You two haven't started working on George yet? Get him naked, girls!" Joan commanded.
Without its being discussed, it became assumed that Joan had taken George's place in the action, and now she was going to call some shots of her own.
"If you two don't mind, we'll tie George down and ignore him for awhile. We'll just teach him that he has to wait his turn," Joan said.
That arrogant tone was back in her voice. The one she used on other men but not him. He didn't mind. It was part of the act and the act was ice!
They tied George up with the same leather thongs he'd tied them up with so many times, and they enjoyed pulling them tight around his wrists and ankles.
He was going to get it. He became aware of the fact that they were going to let him have it, and he got a little nervous, although he didn't betray that to anyone, not in any way.
George figured that they were going to concentrate on Richard first, and he was glad. For one thing, Richard would crack, and so George would probably be the only one who could take their brutality. For another thing, George was in no hurry to have his test come to pass. It was something he'd opened his mouth up about, and now there was no choice, but he would have rather have himself running the show that Joan, as capable as she was. Joan sat down on the couch. "Put that boy across my lap, girls!" Ada and Karen moved swiftly, taking Richard off his balance and keeping him there. By the next moment he was secure on Joan's lap.
Joan had taken her robe off and was naked, and he felt his cock pressing on her legs as she began to spank his ass hard with her open palm.
Each stroke got harder and harder, until her hand wouldn't do anymore, and Karen gave her a brush.
That hurt, but it was so pleasurable to rub his cock against her legs like that, that he started to get really itchy. The cock ring was keeping him hard, and her legs were smooth and warm, and her big breasts bouncing around above him were so womanly.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
Richard gasped as the warmth flooded his big cock, the ring making him tingle in an odd way he'd never felt before. They were watching closely, as his body jerked and trembled, hot come shooting out of his cock.
"Well, look at that. You try to spank him and he ends up getting you all wet!" Joan said, after she made sure his orgasm was a hot one, pushing his ass down with her hands so that his shooting cock was against her legs tightly. She lifted him up and looked down at her thighs.
"Richard, look at the mess you made. Get that mask off him, girls. He has to lick up the cream!"
Ada giggled and went to it, and in a second Richard was on his knees before Joan, licking his come off of her legs and thighs, off of her stomach and the bottoms of her breasts.
'That's the way to do it, baby. Lick all that hot cream up for me!"
Richard felt her hand on his hair, guiding his head around. He went where she put him.
He was totally confused now. She'd made him enjoy it, even as his ass stung, even as his cock got sore from the ring. He was remembering the broomstick and starting to get scared again, now that his pleasure had passed, when he saw right before his eyes exactly what was coming next.
A strap-on cock was being mounted onto Joan's crotch, and he had an idea why.
"I'm going to whip his ass, and then fuck him soundly, girls, unless any of you would like to whip him for me?"
"Me!" Ada let out. Joan threw the girl the leather thongs that were tied into a handle on one end.
"No playing around, Ada. Let him have it!"
"Oh, I will!" She did.
From the First taste of the lash, Richard knew that he was going to pay for any pleasure he received here from this group. The price was hard to believe.
The whip cracked over his ass and made his body dance violently, and yet his cock stayed hard because of the ring around the shaft. That bitch knew just what she was doing, and George was so fascinated by what he was watching that he was glad he turned the night over to the girls.
Of course they were going to work his ass over a little, but he got to watch this number here, and this was worth its weight in amusement!
Ada lifted the whip and cracked down on him, causing lines to appear on his buttocks and upper legs, as he danced.
"Give it to him. Let him have it!" Karen cheered. After Ada got tired, she gave the whip to Karen.
Ada sat back, sweating and exhausted. She watched as Karen smirked at Richard for a moment and then brought the lash down on his stomach. Another crack put lines across his arms and sides. She beat him until he started to moan and beg, and then she put the lash down and went to sit beside her sister, to see the action.
Joan decided he was ready, and she turned him over and prepared her strap-on for some tunnel work.
"Now you're going to get it in the ass from a fake cock, baby!"
She got behind him and mounted him after they draped him over the couch. It was easy to slide the rubber cock into his ass, and she let herself go, digging into him, causing him to shiver with pain as her body slapped against his sore ass.
"That's the way I like to ride, Richard. Rotate that tight ass for me!"
He did what he was told. He was scared and shivering, wondering why he'd had that orgasm as their game began, wondering if that was going to happen to him again in the process of pleasing them.
"How about if I grab your handle? Will that make you move faster?"
She grabbed his cock, reaching around him.
"Come on, baby, give me that ass!"
She was stroking his cock now, making him horny again. That cock ring was keeping him hard no matter what happened. Finally she pulled the strap-on out of his ass and she pushed him down on the floor.
"Karen, make him suck your cunt for you!" Joan suggested.
Karen jumped up and Ada helped her move him to a mattress, where Karen spread her legs and Ada put him in position and told him. that he better do a lively job.
"I'll be watching you, Richard. Don't be lazy now, lick at her!"
Karen felt his head sink down into her delta, and she pulled him up by the hair.
"Don't get weak on me. Suck my cunt!"
She slapped his face and he snapped into focus.
"Alright! Alright!"
"Give it to me right now!" Karen roared.
He started to stroke his tongue down on her box, on her clitoris, and she started to feel warm and great at Once, lighting up.
"That's it, Richard. That's the way to treat one of your masters!"
Richard was so thankful that nobody was beating on him that he decided to get in there and do it right. He beat her twat with his tongue until she came, her body jerking and twitching with delight.
Karen finished coming and got up, standing above him. He was sprawled on the mattress, exhausted, his hands still cuffed behind his back.
Karen got above him, her twat above his face, and the next thing he knew she was pissing on him. He moved slightly, but Ada picked up the whip and told him not to move. He froze like ice, waiting for the piss he was watching to come down and land on his face and chest.
George was so fucking amused he was besides himself with laughter. They'd forgotten about him, and were taking it all out on Richard. Couldn't have happened better if he'd planned it that way.
Ada was standing over Richard also now, her pussy lowered to a foot away from his face. She farted in his face and then began to piss, and Richard couldn't believe all this was happening to him. How had he allowed himself to come to this party? Was he out of his fucking mind?
Ada finished pissing on him and she got up and walked away as though he didn't exist.
"Now for Gorgeous George," Joan said, amused at how George seemed to think he was exempt.
"You think you're going to get out of this, don't you, George?" Joan said, advancing on him.
"No! I'm ready!"
They put him over Joan's lap, but then they decided he was too heavy, and he would be hard to hold when they started to let loose.
They decided to tie him to a beam in the basement, and this idea proved most effective in scaring the shit out of him. George was cool though. He just calmly allowed them to move him around and kept asking them if he was in the right place.
Once he was chained up solid, Joan sat down on the couch and told the girls that they had five minutes each.
"Let's flip a coin and see who gets him while he's smooth!" Ada suggested.
Karen agreed, called heads, and picked up the whip as it came up.
"George, you know you hit us too hard sometimes? Did anyone ever suggest that?" Karen asked.
Joan was amused. She almost had a fit of laughing. Suddenly nothing funny was going on.
"Crack!"
The whip stung across his ass, causing him to flinch and tighten up. Joan saw from the way he tightened, that he wouldn't respond to the whip visibly again until he was broken.
Karen cracked the whip across his back this time, and he didn't flinch.
"Give it to him! Let him have it hard!"
Karen had her five minutes, and she marked him up good, but he was controlled and he didn't show them the pain that was wracking his body.
Ada picked up the lash and cracked it in the air. She was going to really let him have it, and she was glad that Karen went first because now she had him already softened up, and maybe he would crack and start to beg her to stop. They all wanted him to beg!
The whip cracked on his stomach, and just as he was about to tighten up, he felt another crack across the ass.
Two whips on him at once. Karen and Ada. That bitch Joan! She let them go for a full five minutes, and when they were through he was covered with welts. It would be weeks before he would be forgetting this experience.
"Wonderful. Now, I'm going to give him the straw that broke the camel's back," Joan said, stopping the action.
"Not a chance. I can take it, even from a master," he said to her, hoping she'd go easy on him if he complimented her.
"Don't butter me up, George. You're going to fucking get your ass now, and you might as well take it like you give it. You're going to get your ass handed to you now!"
Joan went to her prop box and got out a leather dress, which she quickly slid into. She looked like a mistress of pain in some secret order.
"You're going to get it now, George. You'll have to beg me if you want me to stop.
George could see the clock top of one of the tables in the basement. It was ten o'clock. Two hours to go. He was in serious trouble!
"Crack!"
The whip stung into him. She wasn't a kid, and she could swing that whip like a man.
Fifteen blows she counted, and he was going limp, his whole body relaxed.
"He's going to be unconscious. Ada, get in front of him and suck his cock. Karen, get some water!"
Karen got ice water and threw it in his face, and he looked down, as if stepping out of a dream to where the brunette was sucking on him.
She looked so sweet, her tongue fluttering over his cock. He felt the pleasure fill his crotch as the little girl teased him into a full erection.
Joan was cunning. She allowed him to get distracted with pleasure. She allowed Ada to suck his cock long enough so that he forgot the context of the situation.
Joan winked at Ada, so that she would know that she was supposed to keep it up.
Ada beat him with her tongue, and soon enough George gave in to the intense pleasure and shot hot bolts of come into her mouth.
At the first indication of his orgasm, the whip cracked across his ass, and George went into a series of shivers and trembles that ended with his tears as he pleaded for mercy.
Joan beamed with self-admiration. She'd broken him. It had taken three of them working together, and a few hours, but she had matched him. She dominated him at the moment, with an iron hand.
The moment was eleven o'clock. George remembered seeing the clock before they undid his chains and put him on the couch, still sobbing.
"Girls, I do believe this man needs a lesson."
"What should we do?"
He was half in a trance already.
"Piss him back to life!"
Karen and Ada got over their master, each aiming the stream of piss so that it would be effective in waking him up fully. They were laughing as he twitched and squirmed under the spray of yellow water that was coming down on his face and chest.
When that was over, Richard was brought over, and forced to lap at George's cock.
"If you don't help him he'll still be in pain. Now if he's in pain, you'll be in pain," Joan said, twisting Richard's arm.
Richard leaned down and put his lips to George's cock, still wondering what he was doing there.
George watched, amazed that Joan would go that far, and then he realized that doing that, amazing your slave, was a basic part of being a good master. It was what made him, George, so good at mastering them.
Joan came up and offered her lovely breasts to George, and soon George forgot who's mouth he was humping into and just started to hump.
Ada made sure Richard did a good job, and in a few moments, the hot come was sparking out of George's cock, into the kid's mouth.
They were both shot to hell by now, and Joan suggested that they end their party.
George looked at the clock as they were undoing the thongs they had on him. It was eleven-forty-five. In fifteen minutes, three slaves were going to get the surprise of their life. He knew they thought he was going to pass out and stay asleep. He knew they thought they beat him, and in a sense they did. Joan had made him really beg, but twelve o'clock was approaching, and the scales were going to be balanced before the dawn.
Midnight was time for a turning of tables, and as they untied him he was almost hysterical with what he'd been holding in.
He waited until the thongs were off of him and he dropped to the mattress. Then, after a few inert moments, he popped strongly to his feet.
"Everyone out of here. Leave me with that bitch!" he screamed, pointing to Joan.
Joan gulped. She knew some heavy action was going to be coming her way if he had any energy left, and she had been hoping he would have to collapse by midnight. Now he seemed as fit as he could be.
The girls were so startled they took off without untying Richard, and Joan did it quickly.
"Out! All of you get out!" Richard bolted up the stairs, not knowing where his energy was coming from.
"Joan, it's after midnight, and the time has come for your master to show his appreciation. You can give it as well as take it, and that makes you an exceptional bitch."
She wondered if he was kidding, being ironic before he cracked the whip on him. No way to tell. Just have to wait and see what he did.
"You know I'm going to have to give it to you now, Joan, just to get everything balanced again. Just so you know who you are."
"I made you beg!"
She spat the words at him, but she was sorry at once. He would pay her back.
He closed in on her and grabbed her roughly, throwing her torso over the couch, grabbing the thongs with the handle, giving her a brisk crack over her ass.
"Bitch!"
"Oh, that hurts!"
"That hurts? How about this?"
The whip cracked over her ass, and she squirmed at once. She tightened her teeth and grabbed hold of herself. She wasn't going to bow to him.
"Bitch, you're going to feel it this time. I've been fooling around with you, but that shit's over."
The lash cracked on her legs, and he told her to stand up.
"That's it, bitch, now just stand there."
He stood before her, his big hands caressing her tits, playing with the taut nipples.
"Bitch, you really had me worked over, and I must say I admire your style as a master!"
As he talked, his hands began to squeeze her soft breasts very hard.
"You got it, baby. You really know your stuff."
She began to whimper as he started hurting her breasts.
"I had a good teacher. A good master," she sobbed, hoping for mercy.
He let go of her breasts and kissed her on the lips, sucking in her moist lips.
"You're a sweet cocksucker, and a good mistress, and I'm going to balance the scale here, but I won't hurt you, Joan. I value you too much to ever really hurt you."
She began to cry. His hands were on her breasts again, and as he was saying he wouldn't hurt her he was squeezing her tender tits, hurting!
She knew that to complain would be bad taste, bad style, and she just continued to sob. He threw her torso over the couch back so that her ass was in the air, and he brought the lash down on her ass a few times, and then mounted her from the rear.
"You bitch. Ride it, cunt!"
She started to gyrate her ass, knowing exactly what he wanted, tightening her buttocks for him.
"Ohhh, Joan, you cunt!"
She gasped as his belly banged into the tender balls of her ass. all beaten and abused.
"Bitch, you look good in a master's dress, with a whip in your hand!"
He continued sinking his cock deep into her, and she moaned as his hand found her clitoris and started to massage it.
In a moment she started to come, despite the pain her buns were in.
"Ohhhhh, that's sooo good!"
He kept his rhythm pumping it into her as he kept massaging her clitoris, and the woman went crazy under him, trying to buck him off.
'That's it, bitch! Ride!"
He had his hands on her ass now, because she'd already came, and he was going to concentrate on taking pleasure now. He fucked her with the force of a steam shovel, and soon his swollen cock was pulsing in her ass.